I want a home to call my own
With the cheery sun smiling down
A home abound with the laughter and mirth
Of children prattling, sieving the earth
dirtying their hands and laughing aloud.
I want a home to call my own
A pretty lil’ home warmth adorned
A home where we live to see our grays
And continue to smile thinking of those days
spent with children who are now renowned
I want a home to call my own
Where I have my world! Am not alone!!
A home that is like a beautiful dream
Filled with moments that brings a gleam
to these weary eyes that tears cloud.
1 comment:
the world is your home.....read your poetry, they are good..... it seems to reflect the solitude, nice way to be with yourself is to pen and you've done a good job of it... keep writing....
Raghu
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