Take me home

I yearn for the smell of home on my lips,
for the cloud that hovers around my name,
for sibling troubles and their long eclipse.

I yearn for those troubles with beating tips,
the Thanos’ slap like it’s some endgame.
I yearn for the smell of home on my lips

I yearn for the pain in my finger tips
for stealing meat, for finding who to blame,
for sibling troubles and their long eclipse.

I yearn for the soft colorful tulips
the little vexes that looked like hot flame
I yearn for the smell of home on my lips.

I want back kuka, I want back those chips,
I want back that weakness from who is lame
for sibling troubles and their long eclipse.

I miss home whenever I’m on those trips,
It’s never enough bearing the surname,
my yearning for home is all I proclaim
for sibling troubles and their long eclipse.

Ruddapoet