Home, The Warm Heaven Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

Home is not made of bricks and beams,
But built in trust and silent dreams.
Not just a roof or walls around,
But where true love and grace are found.

It's not the ring, the wedding tie,
But how we respect, not let hearts cry.
Not just the child's delighted voice,
But giving them the power of choice.

Not just the food or tidy beds,
But kindness shared in daily threads.
It's not the noise that fills the air,
But peace that lingers softly there.

Home is the place where hearts unite,
Where wounds are seen in softest light.
Where hands are held through darkest night,
And morning breaks with healing light.

In stillest hours, the silence hums—
A hush of stars, where comfort comes.
Through storms and stars, home will stand,
A timeless love, by heart's command.

Susanta Pattnayak