Where air knows my breath.
Where sunshine welcomes me afresh
Where ruffling leaves vibe like my perfect match.
Where evenings were spent on dam.
Where soil knows touch of my hands.
Where strangers on walk wave high-fives.
Where I fall for my first unrequited crush
Where On sight of birds and squirrel my cheeks blush.
Where friends were made in a gush.
Where never ending memories flashbacks in a rush.
Where I learned about life and it's invaluable price.
Where my first wound made me cry
Where my family resides
Bury me there
Bury me nowhere else
But my Hometown.
Bury me there!
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