My Home Beyond the cold sorrow Near eternal Dance of Ganges In the warm quilt of winters And calm white bed sheets of summers In the love laced anger of my Father In the grey curls of my sweet Mother where sun rays are milder and Nights are brighter where deity reside in wrinkled smiles Home sweet Home
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hmmmmmmmmmmm flight of fantasy! try taking up brighter hues for the imagery, your greys and whites are too frequented. but a real good idea! so original!