Echoes call of their abode in God’s embrace,
Echoes call for their solace in the people they love,
Echoes call of their residence in streets they adore,
Echo calls for peace in precious possessions they own.
However, I stand among those whispers who call off their home in their soul.
The one where masks are not used for identifications,
Where in your perfectly imperfect self you find acceptance,
Where in the shadows of your darkest secrets you trust your spirit,
Where you do not need to need to earn but forge empathy within your core,
Where you find Innisfree within the pockets of your inner self.
This dwelling need not blend with the cosmos,
But bring joy to your heart by enveloping,
All the tattered remnants where light barely creeps,
All the crushed crumbled pieces you don’t reckon,
All the perfect parts the mortals see.
Build the foundation of this home profoundly,
Away from where sorrow seeps,
Where the sun shines bright forevermore,
So resilient, no mortal can break it, burn it, shatter it, scar it.
Now, are you preserved in a cocoon of belonging until eternity’s embrace…
Name: Mehak Baid
