why you wander so lost and helpless?
Are you abandoned? Orphan? Homeless?
Find a home o human, find a home.
Home is not a space
walled by bricks or stones.
Home is not a land
bordered by sea or mountain.
Home is where most peace is.
Home is where heart's dance is.
Home is where soul's song is.
Home can be anything, and everything.
Baby's home is his mother's breasts.
Musician's home is sound's resonance.
Lover's home is his beloved's embrace.
Bhakta's home is his Prabhu's grace.
If home is everywhere,
then why you wander homeless o human
why you wander homeless?
(Bhakta, the seeker; Prabhu, the almighty)
© Arun Maji
Painting: Amit Bhar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem