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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403635" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Place Called</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">place called “home” is to feel homely, <br>God’s creation standing by to look so lovely, <br>May be she is with all her elegance, <br>Everything for sure and no pretence, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently spoken words I hear, <br>Sounds like music in my ear, <br>Shivering cold run in spine, <br>As if showing drunken state caused by wine, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mild walk around give melancholy voice, <br>She is with me not becasuse of her choice, <br>Always standing by and rendering advice, <br>Suggesting the ways with utmost care to improvise, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bowing head with all weight on my solder and lean, <br>Air to suggest fragrance and house almost neat and clean<br>“Life is so suggestive and perfect” does that mean? <br>It seems half battle is over with clear perfect win, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home loses significance if she is not there? <br>Without her no refuge and to go nowhere, <br>Ideal place i shome to step in with peace of mind, <br>Smiling at door to receive with gesture kind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All care is taken of with ease and no tension, <br>Home in perfect condition and look as Manson, <br>No clash of views even with slight reason, <br>All days alike whether season or no season, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With arrival of spring, flowers boom, <br>All happiness in home and I always zoom, <br>housing of toys all in single room, <br>joy and only joy with trace of gloom, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Home” is an end of universe, <br>Does not come as surprise and need to rehearse, <br>It is place where even HE may prefer to stay, <br>Heaven here, hell here, we need only to create the way</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hasmukh+Amathalal">Hasmukh Amathalal</a><div class=q>
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God’s creation standing by to look so lovely, 
May be she is with all her elegance, 
Everything for sure and no pretence, 

Gently spoken words I hear, 
Sounds like music in my ear, 
Shivering cold run..."></div>
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