Here's him who anywhere feels at home,
Prison he feels were walls,
Freedom, if the wall falls,
He took off all across dome to roam
And felt home whereso roamed— even Rome.
Learned: bricks make house, not home,
And saw all over dome
That heart ‘tis that makes home,
Hearth is made whilst from loam.
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Reflections | 05.09.16 |
bricks, walls, prison, house freedom, home of heart.............// all have amazing combination in this poem
But man heart does not seem to be in Earth. He wants to run away to another planet, not take constructive action. Thank you Mahtab Bangalee.
Learned: bricks make house, not home, And saw all over dome That heart ‘tis that makes home, Hearth is made whilst from loam......right statement. Beautiful poem amazingly shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful limerick imbued with wisdom. Very entertaining and imparts knowledge. Yes, it is heart that makes a home. We can have a home anywhere as long as we have our.heart in it. Brilliantly and Superbly penned.
Thanks for your generous comments, Rose marie