U miss your parents
Your siblings and their pyaar,
Home isn't about the house, the room,
It's all about the person,
The people, who lives for you.
Parents, grandparents, cousins
Makes the home.
The memories you make
in each corners of the house are missed.
Those moments makes a house the home.
I miss my home, My kinnda people,
their unconditional love.
They.
Though I m living in a Perfect house.
Still, I feel homeless.

- aditi_ashi