Home means own space,
In a universe of alien specks,
He who’s stuck with painstaking breaths,
Finds refuge in his home right away.
Once the air of home gets fumy,
When things cannot be seen clearly,
The usual breaths he inhales,
Become heavier and suffocating.
Shreds of paper scattered on the lounge,
Layers of dust lying on countertops,
Flies lingering around the smelly dishes,
Home appears to be far from an abode.
Heart aches in a strange pressure,
Muscles turn sore as if tired,
He starts panting and inhale in trouble,
While he revolves in the whirl of ordeal.
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