Walking Back Home Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

My home is never far from here
And I can choose to walk
A thousand miles

I did not know the way back
But I know the railroad
That is so strongly built to take me

The rolling stock and the wood was laid
A hundred years back
My child's feet will not be warm stepping on the wood
She can sleep when we will rest each evening
And we are carrying some packets
Of bread and water

There are no trains to take us home
They are not running
So the tracks are safe for us to lie
We will take a long rest tonight

Tomorrow the sun will be strong
But home is just a month away
When my eyes were closing for sleep
I am remembering only my home

It is more than just bricks and spaces
I grew up and saw the world there
In my own eyes
I knew the good from the wrong
I am taking my child to where
The light shines
Whatever remains of home