A place I call HOME.

[priyaljain]

A place I call HOME.

 

Different people. Different perceptions.

Varied conceptions. Mixed emotions.

A place of beauty,

Called ‘the Switzerland of India ‘.

Where is it?

Where is it lost?

Has it ceased to exist?

O Dear, please help me find my HOME.

It sends chills down my spine,

To see a place of such immense beauty,

Turn into a place of homicide.

How can the people be so heartless?

How can they kill their own fellow mates?

Have they gone insane, or

Have their minds gone of the rail?

God, help them!

They have lost their senses.

Save them,

Or else they will kill themselves.