Home, a place where one feels comfort.
A place where you feel safe.
Perhaps your home is not your home.
Maybe it is.
But my home is here.
The wet grass is my bed.
Cement stairs as my pillow.
The world is my room.
Shining stars will be my wall-paper.
This is my home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem