The Hearing of a Home

A Small Cottage near the Greens
With Neighbourly kind voices that were once Seen
Oh has Life Ever Been?
That Standing Stillness of Home?
Not to Move out, Not to Move On
The Standing Sense of Home
It’s the Scent of Home, the Sense of Home
The Sense of Hearing, the Sense of Greens…
That Beckons my Mind to Stay in this Hearth
As within the Steady Hands of a Clock Time Unseen
For I Wish not to Forget…not to move on
Not to move out
For that Sense I Belong to that no one Unseen
Are the Living Beats of time enough for me?
Yes, the Beating Steady time Beats are enough for me
Loud, Strong, Clicking, Sounds
Loud Enough to be Heard Forever by Me…
How apt Gouri! We humans have a tendency to want more and more.. Little do we realise that the time we have at hand is gifted to us by the universe and the least we can do is to be grateful for even the most boring days of our lives..
what a wonderful comment Bharti so true about what you said
Very powerful thoughts Bharti . Well said
Absolutely Awsome
thank you
Nice! The comfort of being home seems supreme when facing tough times.
Great 👍
Very nicely written with emotions & love. .Home is the sweetest & secured place in ones life
absolutely you are right
Very nicely written with emotions & love.
thank you alka
Beautifully written ✨😍
thank you naina so much
Loved your poetry
thank you Hassan Bhai its really great to know that you liked it all the way from Bangladesh