I remember the call,
In the middle of the night, when my brain got numb,
And there it was, my home, my planet, with its many stars,
Dancing in front of my eyes, glistening skin, and the scars.
Drake, never the one with patience,
Asked me about my progress towards the goal,
I said I was trying, but there was a problem,
He was ready for it, because I was not the first one.
“So you too have found them, isn’t it” He said,
“They will test you, your grit, your resolve”,
“but you must keep marching, towards it all”
“I need you as soon as you are done”
Yes, I had found them, a few among millions,
Who “loved” me, a thing I gradually began to understand,
I went to places with them, and they with me,
We called ourselves a “family”
We ignored misery and sorrow around us,
And found joy being with each other,
Whether it was hot, a thing I had not experienced before,
Or raining, a thing of joy that made me feel at home.
Cars, Planes, Trains and then some cars,
Lots of wheels, tracks, air to cover,
But joy and love at the end of the wait,
Used to make me do it just for that sake.
Lands, before unexplored and few,
Caves in which my ancestors, with stones drew,
Etching of previous, unsuccessful attempts,
To achieve what Drake had sent them to do.
Food, the indelible taste it left,
Was the essential ingredient of the thing called love,
Home cooked, or found by the street,
It was always a challenge to get over it.
The group, my group, was one among billions of others,
And it was expanding to lands without borders,
I lost my goal, Drake’s goal for sure
And got immersed in the group’s music and lure.
But the wise man in white Kurta, greying hair, and her accomplice,
Beamed whenever they saw me.
Me thinks they knew what I was there for,
And over tea reminded me of my goal.
--to be continued.
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