Welcome to my home,
walls are painted with yin and yang.
Didn't know how to make the floor,
so thought to roll the red carpet,
of all the wars and storms.
Dried sunflowers placed on the darkest corners,
so that when sun rays rests over my house,
they know exactly where to fall first,
and I don't have to worry,
about proper lightening.
The wholehearted love,
of the few people I am adored with,
is what makes my bed,
so that sleeping doesn't become,
synonymous to nightmare.
The ceiling is made of all,
the love, care and forgiveness,
I had gifted myself,
throughout the making,
of the entire home.
The garden is yet to be completed,
few petals bloom of,
all that costs my wounds.
The huge and high entrance gate,
doesn't allow all,
only the ones who thinks,
of their worth to be higher,
as I think of myself.