When you thought of your village
She took time to think of the world
While you saw the tree around the corner
She visioned a mystery forest
Far away and stolen from the sollar
And you saw a gal in her
But she saw a man in you
You went on to smile at pink chicks
But she laughed at your wonderful brown eyes
As years went on
While you thought of the next night out
She sat and mediated
And imagined the two of you in a honeymoon
You stood right there
Thinking about buying that house
But already she was thinking about the young little kiddies running all around the house,
And at that particular, you know that,
It is no more a house but a home
A clear border between house and home is drawn.Really house is not home.Home is associated with a sweet family, love & affection are its essence.Good Anele! Very Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful. I like the way you depicted home and house figuratively. Thank you.