My true home ?

The long-awaited home, a recurring dream,

A theme that haunts my imagination's scheme.

I've lived in many houses, none truly mine,

Nor did I belong to them, a fleeting sign.

Nellore, where my parents dwelled,

Left an indelible mark, a story to tell.

Yet, even that connection now lost to time,

Leaves me with a sense of disconnection's chime.

Twenty years in a rented space,

Still, a sense of belonging eludes my pace.

I own a house, but occupation's denied,

A paradox that fuels my heart's inside.

Quo Vadis, I ask, where is this home I seek?

A refrain that echoes, nothing's truly unique.

Nothing belongs to me, nor I to it,

Then what is this home, a final destination to hit?

My poem explores the universal human quest for a sense of belonging and the elusive nature of "home." It's a thought-provoking reflection on identity, connection, and the search for a place to call one's own.