Poetry

Home

Home is itself the feeling of love

Home is where soul turns into glow.

Home is where my self is Myself

Home is where you find yourself.

Home is where you are known

Home is where you aren’t alone.

Home is where memories are attached

Home is where feeling are unmatched.

Home is where breakfast and lunch is same

Home is where mother’s smile turns heart into flame.

Home is where walls reflect memories

Home is where love flows like a breeze

Home is where siblings help to forgot the pain

Home is where all worry feel in vain.

Home is where we live

Home is where feels active

 

                                                                               ~ Malik Muzaffar

                                                                                   Bandipora, Kashmir, India

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