Home is the sailor, home from the seas,

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


Love & Grace