What am I?

A body with metaphorical organs?

With twinkling eyes,

Blossom lips,

The perfect nose,

And a talent of telling sweet lies?

No.

I am so much more than that,

I feel like a place,

You would love to stay,

I am cozy,

Just like a soft pillow,

I feel homely.

That’s because…..

I am home.

I am a home,

You said you’d visit,

But you never did.

Hello everyone! I know I was not active on WordPress for a long time and that sucks, but yeah okay……….. I was busy (lazy) and couldn’t think of anything to write. But hey! I have written something just for you. It’s a poem about how a woman is not just a beautiful object but also something which all of us love. A home. How? Well, you will have to read about it in the poem.

All of us are in QUARANTINE, so we all our nuturing our hobbies while also learning new skills. The new skill I am learning is cooking from a really great cook, My Mom. We all are sitting at our homes and getting bored. So I have come up with an idea. I will be posting new poems on WordPress every weekend. So, stay tuned.

Also if you want your poem to be featured on wordpress or on my Instagram account, mail me on simranpotterhead35@gmail.com. If you want you can mail me your Instagram account username so that I can mention you.

Thank you.