Everything Is Easy When You're Home

By Anvi Bahri

Everything is easier when you’re home, All the pain goes alone, When you come close, The wind just feels, moves the green trees.

The blanket keeps me warm, On the days I feel torn, It plays me happy songs, When I lay on my bed filled with roses and thorns.

If just I could go home, See the lovely sky outgrow, And take away all my agony and hate, For the ones that destroyed my gate.

My hands filled with love, Look what fate brings to us, Just tears along a happy run, If only I could see my home once again filled with her.

But everything is easier when you’re home, You are never alone, The suns shines and I wait, For the flowers to bloom and rewrite my fate......

THE END

PERSPECTIVE OF THE POEM-

• It’s just funny how we think bricks and cement make our home. Well I am sorry to break it to you, but a home is build with someone you love. Your home doesn’t have to be big, your heart should be huge enough to feel your home as it is. This poem is a story about how without our loved ones we have so much less to give to our homes. Without family, all homes are just walls. We fill it with joy, light & love. So, as long as you have yourself with your loved ones, you are with your HOME.

By Anvi Bahri