The Sour Home

A reminiscence,
An old fairy-land,
A lost fragrance,
A bygone Spring,
Or a colorless rainbow,
An anguished face at the window
A pair of stressed eyes
Gazing at the mark on the wall…
The Home is not sweet anymore!
The sweetness is faded under
Lifeless robots’ wandering feet
Hands stuck in
Miraculous Pandora’s Boxes
Fingers touching bubbles blue and red.
They forgot to smile
They forgot to love
They are soulless machines
Who cant see sorrows in those old eyes
Who cant feel the loneliness of the old face
A home without life
Can never be a home,
A home without love and care
Is not a home,
A home with lost souls
Is not a home!!…