My dear shelter
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Anjali De Nandi, MOM
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Through doors of my shelter
Enter the smiling rays.
My windows,
These are free-wind’s ways.
My mind’s dark pages,
All are enlighten by rays.
My needy nose,
Uses the wind, freely.
I live here, happily.
On the walls, which are old,
Here are my shadows.
My shelter’s corners hold
My childhood’s memories,
Which are my memorable stories.
My roof is under sky, endless.
It’s such a place,
Where I become infinity.
And it’s my ever identity.
In my shelter, I sleep.
Then I dip and dip,
Under the sweet dream.
In my shelter, here
I reach to the highest realisation, extreme.
I feel that the floors,
These are as same as my parents.
Always take my care.
In my shelter – here present,
Yes, the souls of my ancestors.
My shelter is my all emotions core.
It bless me more and more….
I adore my shelter, I adore.
My own shelter is my ages creator.