Homeless Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Where is my home?
Am I homeless?

The very word home
Is really confusing.

But it is sure,
Darkness has no place
Here at my home.

Free air is there,
With pure water.

The sky is clean,
The earth is corrupt free.

Peace is there,
And the home is
The center of all knowledge.

And here at this home,
the achievement of knowledge
Is considered to be the highest.

And here at this home,
One can cross the ocean.

And here at this home,
One can get everything.