I opened the door and stepped out,
the clouds had changed its appearance…
The rain was due that day, but
it decided to pour in a different
neighborhood.
A smile that disappeared years ago
came back in a drop of tear….
I closed the door behind me, and
without looking back I walked into the
world.
Today after so many miles away from home,
I realize I did not leave any tracks to
take me back home
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Vinod Narayan 
The poem is nice Vinodetta. P. Kesavan Nair