The place called 'HOME'....

Oh two years later, I come to this place,
Once I called home, but nothing feels the same.
There is no sensation of belonging
There is nothing left for longing..
This place no more feels like home,
There is nothing left I could call hope.

It's strange how memories play the game,
It's stranger how fate changes names..
Each moment I spend here,
I want to run way back there,
To the city where I found love,
In each moment I feel like a dove
Not to the one which tamed me enough,
Not to the one which defamed me rough,

It's true what people say,
Home is not an address,
It's not a lane,
It's where you find people that care,
For you they are strength in journey so rare,
Cities will change and so will the names
But memories with some,
Will always cherish like a fair
That's where I will call it a home,
Not just another but my only one.