The door of my home, it is not just door, it is not just walls,,ceiling and door It's my home full of memories. I remember coming from school, at my home's door I used to think, it will open give me relaxation from my whole burdensome day.
The door of my home,
it is not just door,
it is not just walls,,ceiling and door
It's my home full of memories.
I remember
coming from school,
at my home's door
I used to think,
it will open
give me relaxation
from my whole burdensome day.
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The door of my home, it is not just door, it is not just walls,,ceiling and door It's my home full of memories. I remember coming from school, at my home's door I used to think, it will open give me relaxation from my whole burdensome day.

My mother will be there, by the mere presence of that soul the whole home blossoms just like flower Her mere presence gave me relaxation All my exhaustion gone by her presence It was not just walls and door But a complete home full of memories.

I am grown up, I am same , again standing at my home's door. What now, nothing is same, everyone is changed , no one is same. I am standing at that door, all exhausted and tired, looking for relaxation.

But the door will not open for me again. It will remain closed forever. It will open for everyone, but not for me again I am wondering here and therein the whole world, but am unable to find relaxation except my home. I am lost, lost forever In this strange world,

Where no one is mine . Lost my home, Lost my people Lost those feelings, Lost my peace. No one can feel my pain, Because no one is at my place.

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