My Home

I was walking to my home,

Hoping the road would never end.

Some days are so painful and grey.

Smell of confrontation and fear-

Replaces smell of food.

I can see the fence, the gate, the house;

My home!!

But I don't want to go in there.

I felt exhausted.

Wait, what was that feeling?

Should a person be punished for thinking wrong?

Then, I should be punished.

There is one person in there,

Who don't have a place to relax,

Like others in that house do

She is the one suffering.

Why am I forgetting her?

I hate myse

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She is my sunshine on rainy days.

Isn't it the sunshine,

We always think about on cloudy days?

Still I forget her always;

For my own comfort.

My mom, she needs me to shine.

I cried hiding behind the fence

I entered the house, no, my home

I can feel, she is not shining

But she will tomorrow,

Hiding all the clouds in her heart

For everybody else to be warm and bright.

For making everybody else happy.

She is my home.

I go back to my home always.

In my pain, in my happiness,

I go back to her always.