Poem 27-House/Ghar

@parekhit:
He had one hand, he was one legged.
He had tired eyes, all his life he begged.
A bread for lunch, a fruit for dinner.
Dressed with hope, his house is the footpath next to that pillar.


@i1_2ramble: 
Once a vision now a broken dream,

A symbol of solitude and grief in ream,

Once a gala, a symbol of might,

Our home in the woods, a broken sight.

@Abhijeetkhan:

a heart is where i belong,

this i call a journey song,

laying in the starry dome,

these open fields are my home!

@LadyPinkFloyd:

This is no place to live in,

You are in the cold.

This is no place to grow old in.

This is no home.

@sumitrai100:

Blue sky turned crimson red like someone splashed paint on wall

the sun was drowning bit by bit making shadows look so tall

the kids were back home on ground,in sky the birds took the flight

to reach their nests,their homes,before arrival of the deadly night.

@kunalbaidmehta:

A house does not become a home by simply having two bedrooms, kitchen and a hall,

A home is made by laughter, bonding at the dinner table  and frames on the wall.

It takes lot of effort to keep it joint,

Always remember that. If required, make it a point.

@Gods_Evangelos:

The best of the curtains, the best of the wall paints,

The best of the relations, the best of the basic traits,

You try to build a family in walls or walls between families,

All this is written in the book of God called "Secret Trades"

@alksmehta:

"House"(our heaven), is the best place on the earth.

It has infinite memories of our life since our birth.

Within its heart is stored our growth from birth to adulthood,

It has experienced all the changes in our emotions,behaviour n moods.