The house I lean on

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Your walls stand, silent witnesses to time,

Your windows, eyes that have seen sorrow and laughter.

Behind your door, stories are created,

Your cold floor, the footing of small feet.

Not merely stone and cement,

Not just a roof of tiles.

You are an embrace in moments of weariness,

A place for the heart to return, a place for the soul to find peace.

In there is cheerful laughter,

In there is poignant weeping.

You hold secrets in every corner,

Becoming a protector from life’s storms.

Home,

Not just a building that stands strong,

But a place where love blossoms

It’s where I find myself,

It’s where I find serenity.

You hear the whisper of night prayer,

Keeping hope in silence.

In the dining room, sharing stories,

Warming the soul with simplicity.

You are a boat in the vast ocean,

guiding me home when the storm hits.

Time passes, you remain the same,

Welcoming me with eternal warmth.

Not just a home, you are a memory,

A place of footprints, a place of eternal love.

Home, where I return,

Where true love always awaits.

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Writer: Naira Afza Salsabilla(Nutrition science’23)

Editor: Naira Afza Salsabilla(Nutrition science’23)