Home Poem by Kulveer Singh

What is a home, You ask.
It is more than bricks and stones,
A Million dollars can't make it own.
A place of warmth and love,
Where skies are always blue.

A place where loved ones, close as a reaching arm.
Cozy without a blanket, my sweet lucky charm.

Unconditional love, a haven for your
soul,
Introvert's refuge, making you
feel whole.
It's a direction, you always want to go...
A path with no wrong turns, never feel low.

What home means to me?
A place to be yourself, free
from judgment's call,
I named it 'My
Home, ' the dearest of all.

But it's sad thing to know
'My Inch perfect home' Has been ripped Down,
Pieces of it scattered that I can't even count.
Like a ship has sailed, just to be drowned...


I will always be longing for the feeling of home but
I must not go back.
I must not go back.