A home I dreamt of, <br />I lived in with you. <br />The blessings and nature, <br />my garden will grow. <br />All the love will reside, <br />here, never to go. <br />We will be here for, <br />centuries or so. <br />My home, my love. <br />are nowhere to be found. <br />I am lonely old and tired, <br />no home I could see. <br />Wandering east to west, <br />and north to south. <br />Plains and deserts, <br />seashores and hills. <br />No home of mine, no love found. <br />No home to live, no one to love. <br />Me a gypsy, me a wanderer, <br />no heart and hence no love to be found....<br /><br />Shama Taimour Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-home-3/
