There’s this tiny plant at home
which fills me with a desire to roam,
I hold my heart and lay on grass
A shiny thing, fragile as glass.
Walls here are over protective
The colour? Not so attractive,
Feelings grip my ankle, as hard as stone
I’m filled with desires, completely unknown.
The sun is roaming in the sky
A bird is here, to lie,
Earth has me and stubborn trees
You and me- children of a chilly breeze.
I thought I had forever
Was running on the motto of- now or never,
I don’t know how just be
It must take great price, to actually be free.
20 replies on “Things that make home- a poem”
Beautiful
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Thank you :)))
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Profoundly written and insightful poem. 💜💙❣
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Thank you very much ❤️
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Of desires, completely unknown
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Thank you for reading, Sanju.
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Beautifully written…
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Thank you, Navin.
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You’re welcome, Kajal
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“It must take a great price, to actually be free.” Well said.
Jesus said, “You will know the Truth (Me) and it will set you free.” And He paid a very great price for our freedom, his very blood and body. Happy Easter. 😉
c.a.
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Thank you. Happy Easter to you too.
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you, Saania❤️
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Thank you for sharing:))
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Beautiful! 💙🤍
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Thank you, Filipa.
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“I thought I had forever” — But there’s just no thing as forever. Beautiful!
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Beautiful share Mermaid!!
Loved the Rhyming !!
Keep sharing Beautiful poems!!
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Well written!
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