Home is the farmer, home from the fields
Home is the hunter, home from the hills
In the twilight wonder I look up in the
Sky for a home, even the birds are homing.
Home, Home – Home for what?
Is it of brick and mud for security and shelter?
Or is it of love, companionship and comfort?
Homes of shelter and security or love and comfort
No homes for me.
Shambho my only Home
Homeless he is and Homeless am I
Nov 11, 2017