Is there such an abode?
Where there always has a welcoming warmth?
A hug for all the undefined sorrows?
Far or near, you always feel at the root?
How much cluttered or dirty it looks,
You feel the very neatness inside....
I am a bird flying from nests to nests...
Sometimes really small..
At times very much big...
But, whtever it feels from outside
All are heaven when they are near
The loved ones...
The Family...
Those little chirpings
Those musy mornings....
That is my heaven wherever it is...
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