A Home Not A House

A Home Not A House short poem

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A home is a place of protection
when there are precipitations,
a place to cool off from
the scorching sun.

A place to warm up when it is chilly
a place to hide in windy time,
a place to seek refuge
when pursued by enemies,
a sanctuary in times of trouble.

A place to hide when hunted
by known and unknown foes,
a place with ever-waiting warm
arms of embrace.

A place one stays behind
doors and curtains
to offer prayers and supplications;
a place where all share together-
a place all weep, laugh, mourn, and
heal together.

Inner courtyard for
soul to soul deliberations and
open field to felicitate,
a place to receive discipline and
correction whenever
required or necessary,
a place to receive accolade
whenever there is success.

A place that provides comfort
when soul is tired and wearied,
a place to recover when injured-
physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

A place to regain trust
when betrayed from outside,
a place where everyone functions
like a unit within a system.

A place to nurture and to grow,
a place no one owns,
but where everyone
owns everything.
A place for “we” instead of
“me” or “I”.

A place one begins his or
her past,
lives the present and
prepares for tomorrow.

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Preeti
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All the good things that make a house a Home! Good to read

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