In my mind,
I heard the whisper.
As I let it go.
Come home, my love.
Don’t play so late.
Its dark out there, and cold.
Eagles will call,
The mice will run,
But the earth, doesn’t fold.
Old and wise,
You think you are,
But mistaken you be.
Come back dear,
Tarry me not.
Home is hither, for yea.
Come back, I call you,
Come home to me,
Come to me, my child.
-Shashank Rao
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