Not so big and not so small
A lot have passed through these walls
With enough room to swing the cat
Family is all, it is a fact.
Though the pot may call a kettle black
Respect was all I should never lack
Till I became a constant guest
Causing so many unrests.
My home remains not fed up
Of all troubles and flip-flops
Now I know why dead bodies
In graveyards, have no enemies.
Heat I give, hell can not bear
Yet, it welcomes me dearly,
Within block of steady tears
Refilling glass used to cheer.
Just like the leg I stand on
Evidence can not be burnt
I am an ugly monkey
But my home tightly hugs me.
Each time the world rejects me
Its roof accommodates me
When I drag its name in muds
It grows mad yet breaks no bond.
I broke windows on my way
Getting my words in edgeways
I abuse where I belong
At the top of my own lungs.
I pulled out accessories
With all flaws and excesses
Even as a black sheep blind,
Home is all I ever found.
nice, awesome, ya it’s true.
from@ WFIB’S BLOGGING
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Thank you Vishal Veer Lohan my Indian brother!!
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welcome brother !!!! 😊😊😊😏
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Home is a nice place to be. I liked this poem. #henhouselady
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Thank you HenHouseLady. So glad you can relate
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