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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Pravin Kumar Ameya
Pravin Kumar

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.