How nice is it to be at home,
Alone or otherwise,
With the walls smiling
At the emptiness
Stillness with meaning,
Life seems to be unlike
Busy, resting on the sofa,
Watching a show,
Beside the beloved,
Or a friend visiting,
Having food anytime,
Resting in peace,
The solace of uncared
Spending of time,
Which seems otherwise costly,
Spent in liesure,
To the fullest value,
Life is worth it's comfort
Spent at home awhile.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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