Your Name (#2)

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Home; what a word!
There exist so many perceptions
Of the same definition.
Home, for some
It's a building, a shelter to live.
For some, whereas
The world beneath their feet.
Some say- It's a feeling of warmth
A relaxed state.
But, for a minority like me, 
It is Your Name.  
                                           ~Rugvedi Nakti

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