I am not blushing due to my home, <br />In this structure I do live. <br />This home is a scent and sense, <br />A link to the outside. <br />My blushing is of others, of rude strangers, <br />Who keep my home’s façade with dignity. <br />Home has a heavenly scent, suspense is in the ceiling, <br />The narrow corridors rely on spiders to clean the aura, <br />As cobwebs are so wonderful. <br />My faith is in the homes we build <br />For the rich and the poor, <br />The rich are in agony, and the poor savour <br />The air of the rooms they live in.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homes-3/
