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Sabu Francis

Bated Breath

In this crowded world of ours
Let us not lose each other
So leave us some crumbs
Of memories
That we can follow back
To that one place we call home
Where we can actually get lost
in each other's arms

When will you come home
And hang up your worries?
The hearth is warm
And so is the heart;
both waiting; bated breath