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Kid's drawing of a House

It was never a Home to me, always a HOUSE

Drooping faces all around.

Flowers, meadows and other creatures dwelled,

But around the two legged a dark, gloomy shadow fell.

 

Cautious the two legged moved about,

Because upsetting the higher beings made it all loud.

Freedom, will and independence was curbed,

Just like the birdie in the cage had forgotten to chirp.

 

It was never a HOME to me, always a HOUSE

Drooping faces all around.

Conversation on the table hung in the air,

Human emotions lay naked and bare.

 

Looked every bit a HOME from the outside,

With the grass green and lawn clean.

But the people living, knew it was just a HOUSE of bones;

Made of concrete, gravel and stones.

 

Oh Lord! Please make it a HOME, if not weekdays than weekends ALONE

I am tired of tiptoeing around, not making a sound

I want to call it a HOME once, and not a HOUSE

Blissful faces all around.

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