HOME
Home is where you keep your windows open, The doors ajar The plants watered. Home is where the curtains are towels and The other way round. The beds have a distinct smell The smell of all the decades passed by Home is where each square foot of the side wall, ceiling, and the floor have heaps of memories, some squared, some boxed and some unsquared. Home is where you reach it even in a blindfold You still feel the warmth when it is cold, No matter what, home is where we are all Bold. Home is where you have enough spare changes, parched clothes, damped eyes, and clamped memories Home is you, Home is a clean toilet, Home is web cobbed corners And moss covered parapets Allergic carpets And lost pets