Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections

My House - Poem by Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections

A place that gives comfort,
When one is tired or hurt,
A place where one can always turn to,
When other places of refuge are few.

A place that always welcomes you,
Such places are very few,
A place where one is always comfortable,
Even when it consists of only a chair and table.

A place, which I like unconditionally,
Which has every thing that I need,
A place of comfort and rest,
I feel for it like a bird feels for its nest.

A place that means more than bricks and concrete,
It is always there when it you need,
When one returns from long, strenuous journeys,
Here one can rest their weary knees.

A beautiful place it is indeed,
For people in need,
For a place to lie their head,
For here they can find a bed.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2012

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