Sometimes home has paws and a tail,
Sometimes it has silver hair and a backache,
Sometimes it has a toothless smile and crawls,
Seldom, it is just a roof and four walls.
Sometimes home has a mother and father.
Sometimes it has a brother and sister.
Sometimes it has the whole crew.
Seldom, it's just you.
Sometimes home is a voice,
Sometimes it's the silence.
Sometimes it has a smell.
Often it is hard to tell.
Sometimes home is a tune, a beat.
Sometimes it's a place to retreat.
Sometimes it's a feeling.
Often it's confusing.
Some say that home is where the heart is,
Some say home is who you love,
Some say home is where comfort lies,
I'd say it's all of the above..
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Letting Go
PoetryLetting go of my demons and inhibitions, this book is a collection of short poems that I pen down from time to time.
