Half and Half

Half and Half

Part of me is urging to return
Back home, where I may
Re-live those wonderful childhood years
Bask again in parental love
Touch those cultural roots
That go deeper than the soul...
Re-connect with long-lost friends
And re-count those sweet and sour
Memories of times gone by......

And yet part of me,
That finds comfort in distance
Being half-way around the globe, is
Afraid of crushing that nostalgic world
Afraid of loosing a precious past
Afraid of learning that
Past cannot be re-lived
Except in memories.


Meenal