Sometimes
>when home seems far away; and
>the horizon seems impossible.
>
>
>sometimes
>when stress is pressing a lot,
>you hit the pebbles on the road; and
>crush the leaves under your feet.
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>
>"let me go back", is what you think.
>but stop a while and look back,
>what do you see?
>
>
>you have come a long way,
>so many seasons;
>have you seen here,
>
>
>so many pastures;
>have you crossed by.
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>so many times;
>you felt the cool breeze; and
>smelt the moist soil.
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>
>so many rainbows;
>you made here; and
>so many times;
>did they splash colors in your life.
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>
>so many times;
>you ran hard, and
>crossed the hills in no time.
>
>
>and now, when you are almost home
>you feel low, Once
>look around and see
>
>
>the grass is still green; and
>small shades are still there.
>autumn has grown old,
>bees have started buzzing; and
>birds humming new songs.
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>
>rest for a while and start again
>fill your life with zest
>and forget about the rest
>you have to pace up this time; and
>see that you do reach home.
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