When it’s been while, as world moved & revolved,
Yet, every year if its orbit brings to its original call;
Seen façade in decades’ of diverse coffee shops,
Flavours were same, &, memories built and gone!
You fell in love, not to only persuade that all along,
As hypotheses of love, usually ain’t went wrong;
Scent that fades because it departs from the shore,
Whilst you spent time on boat docked, all alone!
To find another abode may not ever find a home,
Just an added island where you’ll for a while roam,
Maybe there is a garden or desert or an ice dome,
Sometimes, with the bag packs, you can only flow!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026