The Home and its Tree

Come to my Home,
My Home Sweet Home,
Where the land smells of homeliness,
And the Sun rays get filtered through the leaves.
The wet sand lies on the ground,
Giving a scent of serenity,
And within the courtyard of my home,
Stands the majestic tree,
Full of Life and Vibrations and Colours!
See it through the eye-hole in the dilapidated door,
Or go near and touch the trunk,
Will find the same placidity scattered everywhere...
That cools the body and soothes the mind,
And today, All I wish is just a rewind...

 Nayan

Patna, India

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