Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Poem 295 - Home a Heaven

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Home - a place where you can sleep as long as you want
A place where you are sure there is nothing to haunt
How I love running on that marble floor
And ringing the bell of the front door
Home sweet home my favorite weekend holiday
A place where our heart actually lay
The biggest support you get, your house gives
But the largest love - in one's home it lives
Enjoy your home, for you are one of the few who can
For it's homes not houses that are the nests of man
~Gaurang Rao

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3 comments:

  1. Love that last line...a building doesn't make a home

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  2. How delightful ....

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