Thursday, 7 April 2016

Floor

It wasn’t a big one nor was it small,
But ,
It was perfect according to her.
It behold within itself her wishes, her demands,
The decoration wasn’t grand just adorned in marigold garlands.
They may ask why,
What is the need,
Shouldn’t you be happy, here instead,
Always there aren’t justifications,
Neither there can be logic,
Coz everyone won’t understand that dreams have the power of magic,
And here it was her dream,
A long awaited one,
That may not get a 9 out of 10 in score,
But ,
It was her new home,
On the third floor.




8 comments:

  1. How beautiful, Doc. Home is where the heart lies:)

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  2. A dream is a dream, trying to limit it in the bracket of size is wrong.
    A dream home, no-matter the size or location is special and deserves to be cherished with love :)
    Wonderfully put!

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  3. First home is always so very special. A very proud possession indeed!

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  4. I live on the third floor and I can't imagine ever living down there any more! I hope she will be as happy as I.

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  5. Memories of our first home can never leave us and they should never. No matter how it is, it's always your first home. That one place where you grew up :)

    Cheers
    Geets

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  6. Big or small, there's no place like home :) I hope it gives her new memories to cherish.

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  7. Maybe the size of the floor is what we make of it.
    Photography Today

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