Cozy Corners

Cozy corners of my sweet home

Are the places holding endless emotions ;

Where I used to fathom

Over all tiny, huge or bizarre concerns.

Holding a book and a coffee mug,

Time passed without any note;

Rainy days felt like nature's hug

When Grandpa shared his life's anecdote.

Little did I know

What it feels like to leave home

For creating an identity of your own.

And when I look back, I realize

Those cozy corners are what I miss the most.