You Are Home Poem by Esha Raazia

Who says, you are alone
When, actually, you are home
To all the love and hope
Yes it's true and not merely a poem!

I repeat, you're not alone
So you don't need to roam
With fears, tears, groans
Open wounds and aching bones...

You are warmly welcome
To my little green cottage - my home,
Have tea and together we'll phone
And all your worries will join us soon
Latest by evening or tomorrow noon;
Yes I'll make sure, you don't worry
None of them will be alive, rationally;
You're home to hopes, remember?
Now all your hopes will enter, no matter
If it's spring of April or fall of November!

Your hopes are returning home
Their shades and tones are updating too,
Come on, let's help your energy grow
Into a powerhouse that can be your sun in snow
And a big bang bucket of beautiful smiles
That can charge a million, trillion more!