A quaint place –
In my heart
safely harboured.
Donning rustic beauty
Puerile, pleasant and warmer.
The road to my hamlet
meters to thousand,
But if I ever to reach
Close my eyes
And peep deep,
I reach my destination.
The place made me what I am
And it comes with me to where I be.
Love, Life and Whatever 
Beautiful lines Chaitali…loved the last lines…so true!
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Thank you Deepa.
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Beautifully penned dear 🙂
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Thanks
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Beautiful flow of words!
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Thank you so much.
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I love the poem, but also the way you have matched the lantern to the poem, after all a hamlet is usually a rustic place and hopefully full of warming red and brown colors.
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Thanks much Malcolm
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Came across your beautiful poem today. So much said in few words.
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Thank you dear
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This poem is like a gentle breeze, beautiful!
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Thanks tonne Shweta
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