To the waves it is the shore,
To a toddler it’s the toy store…
To a baby, it’s mother’s cradling hands,
To a bird, perched on a tree is her nest…

Sun rises and journeys tracing an arc,
when sky turns orange, it goes back,
for the Moon to leaves its own abode,
and go work, when we comfort the bed…

To the wild it is the sprawling Nature
To the old, it is where there’s care,
To the hated, it is where there’s love,

In sports, it’s where you feel invincible,
In hostility, it’s where you feel comfort,
In loss, it’s where you get empathy,

Home…
rhymes like the mystic syllable,
the sacred sound itself –
is the nucleus,
is the glue between Hearts and Emotions,

House is material, limited by dimensions,
home is taller, wider, and deeper…
It’s a certain positive energy,
that turns a house into a home.

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