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Tuesday, 30 September 2014

This is not my home

Help me find my home
Home is where my parents stay
My mother goes to work

My father goes to work
Know that I don't belong here
I am an orphan

When they come back home
They are busy with chores
As time passes by

Soon it is bed time
No one reads stories to me
I am an orphan.

This is not my home
There should be some other place
Where love has some space.

Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt "home"


Usha Menon said...

Very profound! Touched the heart.

rallentanda said...

Sad !

Ramesh Sood said...

I have heard someone saying that one lives in one's mind .. just shifting one's thoughts a bit, one may find a home around.. God bless.. a powerful poem..


SueQ said...

A very profound and touching haiku poem. A home is where love is.

Anonymous said...

Wow! Sadness lives there.

Sun Bloom said...

Thanks everyone. :)