Home

If I were a blind man,
I would feel the things
and know that
I'm home.

If I were a deaf man,
I would sniff the air
and know that
I'm home.

Home
so unique it is.
where all your
secrets drift in the air
not to be washed away by time.
where you have
shreded tears on all objects
not to be cleansed by rain.

Home
it remains the same
yesterday, today and tomorrow.