In the quiet of a tender morning,
I pack my dreams, my hopes, 
my yearning
My friends, the laughter  and the tears,
The shared secrets, 
the whispered fears.
In every corner of our favourite place,
I see your smiles, feel your embrace.
Mother, my strength, my gentle guide,
In your love, I always confide.
Your wisdom, your care, a warm embrace,
In every struggle, I see your face.
As I leave this nest to spread my wings,
I carry your love in everything.
Though miles apart, 
our heart entwine,
In every step, you’re forever mine.
With every goodbye, there’s a silent tear,
But also hope, and a future near.
For in every end, there’s a new start,
Home is not in a place, it’s in the heart.
By Purvi Mahajan, NIFT