Home - Poem by sharmila Ranade
There was a home
A home of a sort
Which held a generation of stories in its heart.
It had a corner
A corner to cry
Which embraced me when I fell apart…
There were walls to protect me from ills
There were windows to set my spirits free..
It was a home
A home set apart
A solid in its soul
And soft in its heart
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