None to Vow!

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Round round,
The clock strikes
Percieving the fact,
I have been to new world
World,
Where I see none like her
Where I find none to vow
Where I see diversity
Moaning and mourning
This little fellow
This little heart
Pumps
In memory of mom’s food
In presence of cold bay
In reminisce of birthplace
when stereo hits,
“Country Road, take me home, To the place where I belong”
In presence of workload
This little heart,
Seems small
But
Functions equally
To mourn
And
To moan
Sometime,
I wish I could Time travel
Sometime
It says
Live the moment
In this new land,
I again say,
I have none to vow
All that keeps me alive
Is the second thought
Of having mom’s food
Again and again!

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