A dreamhouse like a princess, a doll,
a kingdom of fancy walls,
a palace is not what I want,
roof upon roof isn’t my home,
the stars I seek and the moon I adore
in the night sky,
orangish – yellow streetlights
on either side of the road,
transparent clouds, the night air,
cold and mysterious, comforting,
making me wish a forever,
beautiful or enchanting?
I guess my dictionary doesn’t know
how I feel, drawn by the darkness
in the road light, upon the grey,
I feel the word ‘home’,
as per people, right there,
I feel like beneath a roof
with multiple floors.
© Pragati Jain