Home where awaits real welcome
Tired, hunted and dejected when you come
It is relief when you get back
In real fold to feel free and frank
But think of home as no home
No wife, no children to welcome
No smile, no movement around
No place for you to go underground
You have chosen to be away
That shall take you no where to stay
You may have no one to call you
Life may seem hell to pass through
Seek real home and put hearty soul
Pray almighty with honest call
He may shower all kind of happiness
Real home may bring back shine on face
World may look nice
Worthwhile and full of promises
There is no chase or mad race
Life is beautiful with smooth phase
Real Home Jawahar Gupta2 minutes ago Loneliness is becoming An Essential vital for the old age, But think of home as no home No wife, no children to welcome
very good Ryan Hall2 minutes ago great piece of writing Comment +1 OK
Leslie Philibert2 minutes ago nothing new here, but OK
Home where awaits real welcome Tired, hunted and dejected when you come
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I would like to translate this poem
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