For the marooned astronaut
Home is a small blue spot
A sailor who lost his compass
Will call the nearest land home
For the secluded prisoner
Home is the letter that will never arrive
The faces around the bonfire
Is home for the man away from his tribe
The thoughtful philosopher will say
Home is what he has not learned
For the meditating monk
Home is a promise called heaven
For lovers living apart
Home is where they last met
Home is different for everyone
A place where we are buried alive
1 comment:
Dear Anoop,
Good Evening!
May be the holiday and lonelinss might have made you long for home,sweet home!:)
Bricks make the house,
But hearts make our homes!
Fate takes us to a long distance,
But heart grows fonder in dear one's absence!
Praise the Lord,we have homes to go,
Think of the less fortunate,
Who looks for empty spaces,
To find their make shift homes!
Yaar,east or west,home is the best!:)It calls you to be back!
A very well penned poem!
Happy Akshaya Thrithiya!
Sasneham,
Anu
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