Unearthing Life 10

I have a refuge called home.

The assured safety of this shelter ;

the warmth , the tenderness ,

the rest  it offers ,

tell me to start afresh,

prompt me to fly again.

I flap my wings,

fly high and keep telling myself

time and again;

that I have a refuge called home

where the broken wings get repaired .

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Oh yes, many a time one has to return home to get mended! Your poem is written simply, but it is very beautifully effective!

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much. Your reviews are very important to me :)

[Ana B.]

It's a beautiful feeling, to know there is a place that you're looking forward going to. Lovely done dear author :)

[Anand Sehgal]

As they say " Home sweet home" ! :)

[DIVYA]

Excellent poetry. My heartiest compliments!

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much Dear :) How are you doing?

[Pryde Foltz]

A lovely and nourishing tell, Anand:) Something I think we should always remind ourselves of:)

[Anand Sehgal]

thanks so very much Dear Pryde :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing like that place we can call home...for me home is definitely a refuge...i spend so many hours with students and doing other social things during the week..i like my solitude..and at home i have it.

j.

[Anand Sehgal]

Rightly elaborated by you Sir :) Thanks a lot :)