Home – II

Home is 10.1 inch screen
where I can see you and talk to you.
So I wait, everyday
Eagerly, patiently.
But sometimes,
All those waiting go to waste,
You do not show up,
as  you sleep on your way,
which is okay, I understand.
But then, sometimes,
You come late,
And you don’t inform beforehand
about where you’d gone
And when you’d come
Home then becomes a nightmare.
I sit there,
Waiting patiently,
Making excuses and reasons
But you don’t show up at all.
I learn the next day that
You were busy
Doing something else.
And you didn’t think
It was necessary to inform me
About you being late.
To come home
to 10.1 inch screen.

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