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If we knew then what we know now

That there were worms in their warmth

That woes and twinges awaited us

When we began to chart roadmaps to the Dream

We would have pleated our daydreams at home.

If we knew then what we know now

That their sunlight was cold, I mean cold

That even crickets have arthritis in the world

These fingers would’ve caught the frown on our faces

And told impatience to wait for our crops to bear fruits

Strange we never prized the music at home

Till the sweet-voiced birds had flown

And I wonder if we could gather up again

The sunbeams lying in the dust on our village lanes

And cast out snaring alien thorns into the Big Flame?

Can we find sweet comfort again

At the ‘place we call Home’ and gather

Blessings in sweeter accents from lips

Now with the seal of silence

And hidden behind portals of the ossuary?

If only you know the pain you feel inside

If only you could see the tears you cry at night

If only you could hear your hopes loud

And all your dreams dying, maybe then

You'd understand, how much you miss You