The late evening and the deserted road
The dim lights and a bad day’s load
The inflated sounds and deflated lights
The smoking silhouettes in the shadow of night
The vague sounds and faint glows
Of filial banter through curtained doors
Your quick footsteps disturb the quiet
You furtively glance for an accomplice in sight
But there is no way to know
footsteps of friends from foes
So, you walk ahead,
myriad things playing your mind
You need to think but want to unwind
Just a few steps more and there will be home
You walk with faith till the lights are shone
There is no way to describe how you feel
You are Home in relief you kneel
Home at least for the day, tomorrow you have to go again
But thank God, tomorrow is one night away J
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