Meera Mere

I want a home

I don’t want fancy cars,

A luxurious house or even stars.

I just want a home—

A home I can call my own.

Where no one tells me what to do,

Where no one decides when I should wake too.

Where the chirping of birds fills the hallway,

Not somebody’s angry screams all day.

Where love seeps in through the windows,

Not just sunlight with shadows.