Tony Adah - Home

Oh sweet home
I am here
But devoid of nostalgia
And parnephanelia of home.
My mother is gone
To meet my father
Who left long ago.

The kitchen is shut
And the chicken pen is deserted
Every place here smells stale
And my sibblings
Have wilted like hot
Geysers have poured upon them.

I have come
With my freshness
But a contagion of staleness
Is upon my head
I am running
Running to where?
I do not know.

Tony Adah

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