Choice of selection?

They walked miles, miles on tarred roads and lone tracks sure, sure to reach homes, homes their family.

Many days; many days to crossing states, crossing with little food and sparse water.

Waters flow, connecting states, and flow through my state too.

I’m confined within the walls of a house,

House that let me freedom, freedom of choice and choice of selection;

Drinking water to quench thirst, and quenching the pleasure of favourite coffee.

Where have they vanished, or should I assume News changed course, course of newness in old stories?

2020, Deeya Nambiar

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