A home I dreamt of,
I lived in with you.
The blessings and nature,
my garden will grow.
All the love will reside,
here, never to go.
We will be here for,
centuries or so.
My home, my love.
are nowhere to be found.
I am lonely old and tired,
no home I could see.
Wandering east to west,
and north to south.
Plains and deserts,
seashores and hills.
No home of mine, no love found.
No home to live, no one to love.
Me a gypsy, me a wanderer,
no heart and hence no love to be found....
A nice poem. home is the place of rest and peace. Without it, we're like a bird without nest. Great poem, I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An impressive description of feelings. Frustration some times helps creativity.