My parents home didn't had a doormat,
I always wanted one,
One which will be soft and comfy,
One which will feel like home.
Guess they didn't care for it,
I always wanted to welcome my homies,
With those fluffy welcoming carpet,
Just lying outside my doorway.
Every night when they used to fight,
I wanted to run outside stepping on that mat,
Just to come back home to be on that small rug again.
When I used to come back home from school,
I wanted one small piece of cloth,
To take away all my dirt from my shoe.
While leaving that home and stepping outside,
I looked for a doormat again,
I wonder how good a doormat will look here,
Will it welcome me if I come back here?
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PuisiWhen home didn't feel like home anymore, When I had no place to go, When those four walls started to caving in, Whenever I felt like giving in, I picked up a white paper and black ink, I started to scribble my demons and miseries. Who says you can't...
