Home And Family Poem by Rohit singh
Home And Family
Home.
A place where we belong.
I always wonder,
What is my home?
This infinite space,
Called universe, where I exist?
Or the planet which,
Keeps me alive?
Or the country,
We cheer for?
Or this brick structure,
I am taught to call home.
Family.
People who stand by your side,
No matter what.
I always thought families exists
But now I know it’s a lie.
Nicely penned, there is no substitute to home and specially sweet home, a place where our world resides.
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5/11/2024 8:42:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some painful memories or incidents have forced you to write this but time the healing factor will wipe away the pain of misunderstandings and family with be reunited.. Keep writing