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The Kind of Home I Seek

By Shivangi Singh


I want a home, both in person and in stone,

I want my own paradise, filled with love and happy smiles,

I want my happiness, deeply from my core,

That makes me feel, finally I’m home!


I want my house, surrounded by greens,

Where i can breathe free and hug all trees,

I want my shelter so pretty,

I blend in nature and nature in me.


I want to see the sunlight sparkle,

From my window or the car I park in,

I want to see my safest space,

Filled with love and a golden grace.


I want my God to fill me with love,

So I can help bring it again in this world,

I want my Lord to show the world,

Dreams come true with grace from above.


I want a person who sees through me,

All my flaws and insecurities,

To still make my world shine bright,

With his love and brighter smile.


I want a home where I am me,

Not in rage but unapologetically,

I want my person to love me despite,

My strong headedness and moody nights.


I want my home sooner now,

Where I feel love I’m becoming now,

Not from lack or sympathy,

But simply because it's deserved by me.


I want my Lord to show me now,

That my dreams are true and I can now,

Have that home I dreamed to live in,

Where I don’t need to care to fit in.


I want my Home, both in person and stone,

For the person I into have grown,

I want all the happiness and love so bright,

For it is my sole birthright!


By Shivangi Singh

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