Which house was it where my first steps seemed like a mile!
Which house was it where my parents spread their loving smile!
The roof above my head will change its colour once more,
With the break of dawn, I will shut another door.
From the walls I have erased all our noisy talk,
From the wilting garden I have plucked each stalk.
Which house was it where I planted my first sap!
Which house was it where I rocked my baby on my lap!
‘Carpe diem’ my love, you had said one day,
Wish you were here to show me the way.
I will lay my shirts in another room tomorrow,
I will line my plates in another kitchen burrow.
Which house was it where I cooked my first meal!
Which house was it where eating together was a big deal!
How many houses have I made my home,
How many times have I moved my dome.
The thrashing waves never count the grains of the sand,
The wandering gypsy never leave their traces on the land.
Which house was it where we had our first fight!
Which house was it where I stayed up all night!
A favourite cricket bat is chipped from the top,
A discarded pencil heel from the designer shop.
A wall filled with posters, someone’s scaling chart,
Where do I stop, and where do I start.
Which house was it where you first came home late!
Which house was it where I always waited by the gate!
I have packed the boxes with memories old and new,
Many pieces discarded, yet tenderly held back a few.
The family picture of our first holiday in snow,
Our radiant smiles by the bornfire glow.
Which house was it where I taught the children to soar high and fly!
Which house was it where I saw them spreading their wings in the sky!
I will walk another stretch to match your stride,
I will run all the way to be by your side.
A house called home perhaps awaits us by the lane,
A home we will build with all our love and all our pain.
Which house is it where we will rest our tired feet!
Which house is it where all of us will some day meet!
sangeeta chakladar 
Home is where the heart is….
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True.
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Beautiful thought .
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Thanks Barsha.
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cannot express myself for thishouse was it? but it brings tears in my eye.go on writing my child…
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Pishimoni, onek thank you.
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Beautifull expression ! Rhythm,simplicity and feelings endowed in the words are captivating !!!
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Sheen, thank you for reading it with so much care. All the thought that goes in writing feels rewarded when you appreciate it so beautifully .
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Sangeeta, your distress at having to leave your old home after so many years, comes through beautifully in this wonderful poem. It also shows your eagerness to move into your new and permanent nest at last with childish enthusiasm for something new. Really appreciate the creative part of your beautiful soul.
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Touching
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Thank you Mona.
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Leaving parents’ home to start afresh and then the perils of being a fauji’s wife and leading a nomadic life.
Touchingly captured Sangeeta. Your yearning tugs at heartstrings.
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Sangeeta you have a beautiful soul brimming with love and empathy which is visible in every way.Just loved reading it.I took a pause to read and again re read the lines.I can feel it as if it’s my journey of life.I have left something at every crossroad of life.
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Ki sundor koray tumi lekho, poray eto anondo payi. You are blessed to bring happiness on others mind while they read your write ups.
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Banhi, your words of complement fills me up with happiness. Truly humbled dear friend to have such loving readers .
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