Saturday, July 08, 2006

No place like home.

I have searched everywhere in the world
but no place gives me joy like home.
Home may not neccesarily mean the house you live in
but wherever you come from is your home.
a whole lot of people have gone out of home,
and have decided not to come back,
perhaps they feel there is more they can get outside.
But if you would never have chances of making it in your home,
then God would never have given you such a home.
there is freedom, joy and a sense of belonging we feel,
when we are at home, because there is no place like home
East or west, Home is the Best.
All those who have left their motherland should return
for the greener pastures lie at home.

4 comments:

Orikinla Osinachi. said...

This reads like the words for a dialogue in a drama and believe me I can use it to produce a short film. I am actually working on a very short flick called "The Last Blessing" and I can make this poem the prayer of the old man before he passed on.

Well thought and well written.

God bless.

Orikinla Osinachi. said...
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Oracle said...

I'm really flattered by your comments, and i must confess that i really appreciate it.
I write for fun or when im free, so you're totally free to use it for your drama.

Red Eyes of Fire said...

Sometimes people run for dear lives from their homes. It could be your wife, mother, brother, sister etc who has hatred for you, or envy. It could be your leader (head of government) who cares not about you. You just have to run, run, run for your dear life! Trust me, sometime you just do.