In my house,

In my house,
In my house there is shelter,
Love affectionate,
Most still cannot believe it,
How did that house make it?

Bringing my own house from all failing's,
It was all by your hardwork's,
You came all out in control,
My own breathe made it,
Iam breathing all freely in my house,
The shelter is not compared to any love,
That the star's wonder why.

poem by Abdul Karim
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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