I don’t have any home
To the hills I have announced
I don’t have any home
The echo sadly denounced
The blue birds on the trees
With a twinkle in their eyes
Sang to me, as if to say
You can stay with us
The rabbits in the burrow
With their big, pinkish ears
Called me out, as if to say
You can be one of us
The beautiful evening sky
With fluffs here and there
Whispered to me, as if to say
You can sail with us
The spring water, fresh
Flowing with a rush,
Gurgled to me, as if to say
You can run with us
I don’t feel sad
To be a homeless lad,
For, friends there are everywhere
If only you look for them with care.
…now that you’re here
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An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poems. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.