HOME

Home is not where you've lived since birth,
Nor it is your parent's backyard's earth,
It is not the place where you were born,
Nor it is the house where you've miraculously grown

It's the life for which your heart beats,
It's the Innisfree to your W.B. Yeats,
It's the enchanting sight for which your eyes shine,
It's the HOME by Warsan Shire

It's the godly feeling for which your soul craves,
It's the place,when distant, cause weaknesses,

Somebody you have never met,
Somewhere you have never been,
Something that is unknown and yet,
For which you are always keen

This unknown home is what keeps us going as we know,
That someday,somewhere,someone will be our home