Searching soul...

With the sky being blue as ever
And the wind being breezy...
He rode out of home early
As he wished to retrace the path;

He had just the kind of wish that a son, having spent long in alien land,
 Has usually...
To return
-to innocence...
-to forgiveness...
-to sleep on his mother's lap after a journey across seven seas...
-to take refuge...

So
He rode down the streets and the roads
-His second home...
Searching all the time for that gentle smile,
And soft end of white cotton saree
Which he used too often in bygone days to wipe off his tears and sweat...
He rode...
He rode through the town
In search of his mom
On the very day he was born-
Some three decades ago...

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