Home
There is no place like home
Not even a big vita-foam
Can give me the comfort
You bring forth
Not even an expensive and high-speedy car
Can take me so far
To a country as beautiful,
A nation as colorful
And lovely as my home.
My sweet home
The place where I learnt to talk
The floor where I learnt to crawl
The environment where I learnt to walk
A palace where I came to love.
Even if you be made of mud
Or of block
There will never
Be a place as deserving
As loving
And as comfortable as my home.
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