Day 14: 14th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO
Back to roots…
Pebbles and boulders
Bricks and pieces of broken furniture
Once a glorious abode
Now in the ruins
Obsessed I was to trace back my roots.
Our old home now just a relic
Leftover of an era.
I bent down, touching the ground
Memories flooding my mind
The running away in haste, the camps
The survival in a new land.
Once my motherland, now a visitor
Partition took its toll.
I return with my old eyes to the country
To the house I once lived.
Trying to trace back my roots.