Home, is a place to return to when one is overstretched and tired. However, people struggle just to own a place called home.
Home is a place many yearn to own.
But people who own, yearns to own another of their own.
Home is a place built by expectations and mutual respect,
but lost the comfort of love,
yet it lives on.
Home is a town of people related by blood,
who seeks the young to obey and the old to rule,
but it moves on.
Home is a place where people sleeps,
and where people tries to dream of the world beyond.
Home is the place you return to,
be it near or far,
day after day.
That is home.
Be it owned or rented,
Be it love or hatred,
Be it good or bad times,
Be it sad or glad times,
Home
is
home.
It is a place where people gather to be together forever.
YOU ARE READING
A title called "home"
PoetryA place where you reside, may not be the place where you belong. but you return A one shot/short poetry that shows how big the world is, and how little you stand. just kidding, it's a diary like poem about home(s).
