A Place Called ‘Home’
Alka Gaurav Borah 1987 (Nagaland)
Our Thatch Roof
Somewhere in the hilly mountain,
Across the paddy fields,
Is a dwelling of love,
Where mightn’t you find all the opulence of living,
But a holy and peaceful ambience to live within,
This place is magically blissful,
Rewarded with Nature’s bounty in full.
Embedded in all kinds of emotions,
You shall meet solidarity, selfless acts, more laughs and fewer tears,
Joy and love resides there with no fear,
Cheerfully singing heavenly muse to thee,
In the lush green gardens of tea or along the tree,
Must you find a Malayan Giant squirrel howling leisurely.
All colours and creeds are best of friends there,
What boundaries actually means none are aware,
Where happy wrinkled faces aged with time’s wrath,
Begins the day’s labour with their bowed head,
No disparity lies in you and me here,
Neither terms as I, Me, Myself exists in this sphere,
Abundance of blessings and love had permanently made a nest,
With celestial wings offering wide to every receptor’s chest,
So, there is this thatched hut,
Somewhere in the hilly mountains,
Across the paddy field,
Where placid river of forgiveness always flow,
Making way to more mercy and supernal halo.
And this place is what we call ‘HOME’.
Submitted by : Alka Gaurav Borah.
About this poem
The poem was written in a pensive mood reminiscing the long forgotten hometown. The poem holds emotions of the poet and is relatable to all those who lives far away from their home due to livelihood. The unknown race we all are running seems endless. Hope my poem gets a place in your literary edition. Thank you
Written on September 08, 2022
Submitted by borahalka31 on September 08, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,472 |
Words | 282 |
Stanzas | 29 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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