My Abode
By Santosh Kumar Pokharel
Let me rest in your eyes
Heart's no place for me
You open, I am there
You close I more safe be.
Why to talk of your mind?
That a place can be
Occupied by the others
Then where of me to be?
They are safe for my stay
Every heed I will pay
When you cry and then I
With tears make my way.
Make my way.....
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