Sometimes home isn't 4 walls.
It's around you.
Sometimes home can not give you security.
It's around you I feel secure.
Sometimes home can not soothe you.
It's you who soothes me.
Sometimes home doesn't lead me to good memories, it aches
It's in you I feel memorial.
Sometimes home isn't the right place to live.
It's on the earth, under the sky, in your shadow.
Sometimes home isn't made with materialistic things.
It's you I want to possess.
Sometimes home isn't 4 walls, made of bricks.
It's the feelings, emotions, sacrifices, desire which makes it rich.
Sometimes home isn't 4 walls.
It's around you, it starts with you, it ends with you.
- Puja Mishra
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