Innocent Angel

Rookie (Feb.5th/1995 / Canada)

Everyone Calls It India, But I Call It Home! - Poem by Innocent Angel

Everyone calls it India, but I call it home. The place where I grew up. Where I started life, met my first friends. Where life started to make sense. Everyone calls it India, but I call it home. When I am in trouble all my friends are there, but most of all my home saves me from all. Where I learned to speak and learned my ABCs. Everyone calls it India, but I call it home. Where I learned to walk, I took my first steps but then fell, my home was there to rescue me. Where life started to make sense, its not just India, it’s my home. Everyone calls it India, but I call it home


Comments about Everyone Calls It India, But I Call It Home! by Innocent Angel

  • Rookie Shekhar Joshi (3/16/2009 2:27:00 PM)

    that's lovely
    yes home always is the best
    good work (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 7 Points Dream Catcher (2/8/2009 9:26:00 AM)

    i know u re an indian..lol (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Savio Vogt (2/6/2009 9:20:00 AM)

    thanks for this poem..because I'm from India......check out my poems also (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 142 Points Joseph Poewhit (2/4/2009 4:49:00 PM)

    We all carry that part inside of us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 4, 2009



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