A Canvas

I long to belong to my place,
 Where I was a free bird,
 Always chirping and flying with
 a happy tone.
 
 I long to belong to my place,
 where i didn't shoulder up any responsibilities,
 where I was getting comfort 
 from my mom's place.
 
 I long to belong to my place,
 where I was free to express myself,
 where there was value for my tears
 where there was applause for my smile.
 
 I long to belong to my place
 where I have born,
 where I became a beautiful canvas
 A canvas which wants to decorate 
 through it's beautiful colors.

-Pushya Pallavi