Home,
Home is a person,
Home is a feeling,
It’s no less than a dream.
We look at someone,
They make us believe,
That we are not naive.
Home is a place,
Where you can be your true self,
It can be a corner on your terrace,
Or the warm embrace of someone’s arms.
The sky is my home,
Until I someday meet a person who I can call my home,
Who can be just as calming,
And just as accepting.
Home,
Is a place of love,
Laughter,
Joy,
And even sorrows,
But somehow when you’re home,
The sorrows don’t really last.
It’s just how it is.
You feel like home to someone,
You have something that you call home,
It’s just how it is,
We might not know how much it means to us yet,
But it never stays hidden,
We always know.
Home is magic,
Because nothing else can make us feel like this.

Aashna Vidyarthi