Amalgamation of bricks,
Cement and sand,
A little lime,
Iron’s a prime.
Windows and Doors,
Rooms and partitions,
Tiles and the taps,
Pathway and the gaps.
Nesting of items,
Chairs and comforts,
Shelter and craziness,
House, our favorite mess.
Aura of love,
Guidance and the solace,
House gets a life,
Then it becomes a home.
Beautifully expressed! !
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Thank you… 🙂
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Beautiful!
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[…] Orígenes: Casa y hogar […]
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Very well written!
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Thanks a lot.. 🙂
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Hmmm??? Nice
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🙂 Thank you… 🙂
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The very essence of ‘home’…. beautiful… 🙂
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Beautiful poem 🙂
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The last stanza Prakash. That’s what houses search these days.
Very beautifully written
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I agree!
Thank you so much.. 🙂
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Aww, so beautiful and heartfelt. This poem could go on a plaque in someone’s home. ❤
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That is such a lovely comment.. 🙂 I am so happy.. 🙂 Thanks a lot… 🙂
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True!
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Home is where the family is!
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And I smile.. 🙂 Thank you Hargun.. 🙂
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You are Welcome 🙂
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So true having a happy home is wonderful.
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🙂 Thanks a many.. 🙂
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