East or west, home is the best.
'Gharah wanda haay gharah saasah
Bara nair haay na zaanh
Tsatith aasī kreuh saasa
TSai heo khaasa vuchh mī na kaanh'
O home, for you I'd sacrifice
A thousand homes or more;
Yet never would I step outside
The shelter of your door.
I roamed across a thousand miles,
On many roads I ran—
But nowhere did my searching eyes
Behold a place like you.
—Nund Rishi
—March,10,2026
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