Home
Go anywhere: London or Rome,
There's no place as best as a home;
Home is not a mere mansion charm,
It's communion where hearts feel warm;
It needn't be high, wide and deep,
Huts of mud enough, bliss to keep,
Thoughts, herein, one can speak so free,
No forces, here, that make one flee;
Kith-and-kin in thick-and-thin, one,
Love fades not, in shower or sun;
Holding hands follows each scolding,
Though each scolding meant for molding;
Guest, here, is god; not a stranger,
Home is Emmanuel's manger...!
29 March 2022
Theme: Home
Form L - Lay - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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