Poetry
Hiraeth
Yemberzal Written by Zobiya Rashid A grade 10 student from DPS Srinagar
There’s this funny sense of pain, The feeling of not belonging. There’s this sense of scepticism, To be home yet not knowing where home is. It’s quite amusing to think about, How one can be homesick at home. But i think I understand now. It's a slow burn, agonising and pitiful. Quite ridiculous actually, How unreasonable it seemed. But only now do I see, How strangers can act like family. A childish hope of your parents being good to you. An immature dream of your siblings laughing along you. A bittersweet sickness where you love everything you hate. An actuality where houses remain houses, and never homes.
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