Today I visited
My true home
A real place that is
My permanent address
The house that I shall
Reside sooner or later
A home that needs
No furniture, no crockery
A home where I shall crave
No wardrobe, no accessories
A home large enough
To give rest and comfort
Never felt in any castle.
A home ventilated
With peace and tranquility
A home proofed against
Greed and vanity.
A home where my companions
Shall be my deeds.
A home with it’s simplicity
That gets me humbled
A home whose modesty
Makes me see the truth
Of what’s life about.
A home that knows me
Neither rich nor poor
Neither young nor old
Neither healthy nor sick
But eagerly awaits me
Whoever I am
A home that is ever ready
To hold me within its lap
Today , tomorrow, any day.
Today I visited
My true abode,
Of my mortal remains
My grave -to-be.
Blind to Bounds 
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