IS IT ME???

It is like a Deja Vu,

But I can't  make out Who's who??

Neither can I tell whom do they call,

May be, I was here the last fall!!!

The man in the courtyard with dreamy eyes,

The woman in the kitchen, who thanx the skies,

The two just stand at the door to welcome,

As if I'm God, about to take them to a Sanctum...

The house is old and open its arms with a smile,

The tree and the swing, they say were mine,

The bridge on the river tells another story,

I am amazed coz to me, it looks rather gory

People tell tales, I can hardly remember,

I am like a drunk guy, trying to be somber,

I have shrugged all of this and them,

Not once, but the no. of times I have sung national anthem!!!

I look at my passport and see that this is my permanent address,

"These are my friends and family", on my mind, I try to impress

And that they recognize me and I don't,

Coz deep down down inside" I have changed more" and they say they "WON'T"!!!!!!