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Featured Illustration: Ranganath Krishnamani

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Let them into our home

There is nothing

You can clasp onto

More than a hold

 

From a hand

 

Extending out

Letting you know 

There is solace

Lying about

 

The surface of our world

 

Beautiful

And unknown

 

Locking myself

 

In my room

All alone…

 

It’s strenuous

It’s agonizing

To be on your own

 

But if each community

Could acquire a day

That felt like home;

A potluck

A gathering

Trodding through our forest

Where we are at liberty to roam

 

Absorbing our day’s gifts

With the new hands we hold

 

And share it with new people

Faces

We can learn 

To call our own

 

Perhaps…

Just maybe

I would feel less alone

 

And no amount of torment

Could ever 

Feel like it was

Written in stone