Wish I had a home
Where people around me felt like my own
I searched for that place for so long
But it didn't feel real to me almost like a myth or a folk song
After all this time I still remained rouge
In the end I had given up all my hope
So I just lived with emptiness within me
Though there were no cages I didn't feel free
I tried to understand why everything is going wrong
Why I couldn't find a Home even after so long
But then I realised that Home is not a place
It can be anything palace or a cage
Home is not big rooms or pretty door
It's a feeling that makes your heart sore
And when you realise everything was worth your cry
That the feeling of Home is bigger than the whole sky.
© Prajakta