some day around , it's my dream , to build an abode , humble , to sojourn therein , till life permits ,
this my hearthstone , it will have a ceiling , true , of love , and walls , of consistent support , would mark off this my dwelling , breezes of camaradery , would travel , to and fro , through windows of compassion , and a staircase, of sympathy , that'd lead ,the dwellers , to a perfect haven , and one spacious kitchen , to cook , care , with the warmth , of emotions ,
furnishing this my anchorage , it would be an esthetic art , endorsing the essence , of sanity , with sanctity , in my dream home , there'd be one bed , that'd pamper serenity , some snug chairs , that'd seat , relief , pristine , and a table , it's top , bringing in inspiration , always , a bookshelf , that'd stow , wisdom , eternal , and an ornate fireplace , that'd burn , all the ill virtues , to cherish , warmth of relationships ,
beyond all those architectural identities , my domicile would sound timbre , unless , it would be bestowed upon , with a boon , to have , at the very entrance , some coat hanger , whereupon , each one can hang , worries, anxieties and tensions , of the outer world , once they enter , the family heaven ,
someday around , God willingly , I'd be building , such a dream residency ...