Knock knock i knocked Night was still not gone She was not opening the door I was not in a mood for waiting more My home I always seek Even if with alcohol I reek Suddenly the door opened And out came a bald man Oh! what was this fellow doing in my bed But he had a hockey in his hand And gave me a few whacks thack thack Only then it dawned on me My home is on the other street Welcome to the day 29 of #YoPoDiMo or the YourQuote Poetry Diversity Month i.e. September. Today, write a short poem set in home. Use any form be it free verse, sonnet or haiku. #homepoem #poemtime #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
