The tranquility of home

(This describes my parent country India)

A cacophony of sounds

Loud noises all around

The air oppressively thick

Skin, with grime and sweat slick

People, animals, vehicles jostling for space

Huge crowds in every place

A cauldron of odors, foul and sickeningly sweet

An assault on your senses as you step on the street..

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In the midst of chaos my heart finds

Peace that cannot be explained by my mind

The assault on my senses jolts me

Into the realization that I am home, undeniably

The sights, sounds, smells, all collide

To produce the warmth of familiarity deep inside

In a turbulent milieu, I experience tranquility

And that is what coming home means to me