veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Live your life...


To live at home,
Millions work near the roads,
To live on the roads,
Billions struggle in the fields,
Life is always at a place,
Where the hearts are met,
Without any fear and grudges,
It may be at any place,
Where the happiness rules,
Mostly in our homes,
When our hearts meet,
With no other introduction,
Except the load of love,
Concealed safely in a box,
Sending the silent messages,
A home is a place where we live,
in other places we may work,
we may entertain and be entertained,
we may fool and be fooled,
we strive very hard,
to live a peaceful life,
at home. only at home.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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dedicated to someone who thinks one has to go out to live a life..

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