O home,we grown up keeping heart full memoirs,
By far,you are too older to me!!
it makes me hysteric, when times come to get detached
Your corner- my safe place
Warms me the way that I never find anywhere.
You have planted me since the day
When I step in to the universe,
And softly youu say
how a mother is a mother;
As same as home,home is a parent in their absence!
When I need for someone to speak the untold stories,
How often one home replies
With hard eyes and soft voice ,
It's okay to cry, world never ends when good things do!
You shaded the dark days with multitude of colors,
O home,how to put words for you
Who always there for me to rely on...!
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