Make any turn
You have to return
To old home
Where awaits welcome
It is well said
Home is an end
Of an universe
Where he once lived
Old memories
With friends and doggies
Oh! That small calf
Lying on road in half
Those small kids
Providing us funny leads
And we all drove towards river
To see calm and cold water
Those early bells of churches
And hymns from near by temples
All gave beautiful feeling for early risers
We all felt great and no misers
Such place is called heaven
Living temple for human
Where all sort of peace prevails
All worries and tension simply fails
Never Lost20 minutes ago Nicely put Comment +1 Unique approach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good Karin Pennington19 minutes ago Memories, how we preserve them in our minds, Comment +1 I like it