Looks like
Standing on feet
Attempting to reach the sky
And an angel passing nearby
Asking where you are lodged
First, second, third.......
And I find here a little world
Of homes spreading over half an acre of land
With many doors and windows
And many cultures, many faces
Old, young and teenagers
Boys and girls
And sprout, sproutlet
Smallest and cutest
All but the cause of ever happiness
The anodyne of solitude and the breath of ours
And with one heart
Which I call it home sweet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem indeed about living in a flat which has become a today's culture. Loved it.Thanks for sharing.
Many many thanks Anilji I am humbled