A part of you, belongs there
You miss it, and long to go back there
You grapple your sources, your friends and resources
There is all here, you don't deny that
But a pang exists, and one can't deny that
It's all right, like the memory of first love
Places and people, they all are of nature
There isn't a cause here, of the joys and knots felt
You will be led, like every life is
Karmas fulfilled, until you exhaust it
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