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From a Home, to a House by Gunneet Kaur Bhamra
From a Home, to a HouseGunneet Kaur BhamraFrom the place, where comfort was found,And people meant happiness and laughter.From the lazy and cozy mornings,And chattering and cheery evenings.From those late-night family games and gossips,Because “tomorrow's a holiday... what a bliss!”
To the place where comfort is only sought,Where people mean suffocation.To busy and chilly dawns,And gloomy and exhausting dusks.To these late-night family dramas and decisions,Because “tomorrow's a holiday… what the hell?”
Yeah, I wanted to grow, and so I have!But I didn't want to travel,from a carefree, loud childhood,To a responsible, silent adolescence;from a home, to a house!
Take me back to the delightful hours in the sunlit veranda.Take me back to the chaos of the crowded kitchen.Take me back, for once - just once - to my home...
To the place where comfort is only sought,Where people mean suffocation.To busy and chilly dawns,And gloomy and exhausting dusks.To these late-night family dramas and decisions,Because “tomorrow's a holiday… what the hell?”
Yeah, I wanted to grow, and so I have!But I didn't want to travel,from a carefree, loud childhood,To a responsible, silent adolescence;from a home, to a house!
Take me back to the delightful hours in the sunlit veranda.Take me back to the chaos of the crowded kitchen.Take me back, for once - just once - to my home...
More from Gunneet Kaur Bhamra ↓
- @wordsmith._.witxh on Instagram
- She's founder of a creative club for teenage writers, called The Pioneering Pens. Members learn new forms and styles of poetry, have monthly theme based challenges, edit weekly newsletter and make every voice heard. If you're interested in joining, DM Gunneet @wordsmith._.witxh.
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By Maggie DeversFrom a Home, to a HouseGunneet Kaur BhamraFrom the place, where comfort was found,And people meant happiness and laughter.From the lazy and cozy mornings,And chattering and cheery evenings.From those late-night family games and gossips,Because “tomorrow's a holiday... what a bliss!”
To the place where comfort is only sought,Where people mean suffocation.To busy and chilly dawns,And gloomy and exhausting dusks.To these late-night family dramas and decisions,Because “tomorrow's a holiday… what the hell?”
Yeah, I wanted to grow, and so I have!But I didn't want to travel,from a carefree, loud childhood,To a responsible, silent adolescence;from a home, to a house!
Take me back to the delightful hours in the sunlit veranda.Take me back to the chaos of the crowded kitchen.Take me back, for once - just once - to my home...
To the place where comfort is only sought,Where people mean suffocation.To busy and chilly dawns,And gloomy and exhausting dusks.To these late-night family dramas and decisions,Because “tomorrow's a holiday… what the hell?”
Yeah, I wanted to grow, and so I have!But I didn't want to travel,from a carefree, loud childhood,To a responsible, silent adolescence;from a home, to a house!
Take me back to the delightful hours in the sunlit veranda.Take me back to the chaos of the crowded kitchen.Take me back, for once - just once - to my home...
More from Gunneet Kaur Bhamra ↓
- @wordsmith._.witxh on Instagram
- She's founder of a creative club for teenage writers, called The Pioneering Pens. Members learn new forms and styles of poetry, have monthly theme based challenges, edit weekly newsletter and make every voice heard. If you're interested in joining, DM Gunneet @wordsmith._.witxh.