All homes are not smile
A morning curve of loaded pain
Of two people trying to figure out what jinxed their happiness
A third person sleeping in, who might be theirs to say, but does not want to stay.
A bright day with clouded people walking across.
Broken nibs and rainy days around
No, not all homes are sunny days
Not all homes are tree of healing
Yet in many ways, they recover
Squeezing out the venom of the real you
All homes do not fulfil dreams
Because some desires are better left undreamt
Not all homes feel good to sit and have a cup of tea together.
Because there is no one to say.
And no one willing to stay, listen for a moment
All homes do not talk,
Some walls are deaf, waiting to be completed
Yet there resides a person scared of being heard.
You're lucky if you have one different from these.
Because not all homes are troubled.
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