Maybe, quite enchanting
yet all – the home seekers
ought to be careful of
a glance of glamorous eyes,
within a fraction of moment
that can compose a wonderful epic,
a comedy or a tragedy,
germinate some glisten globes –
outwardly similar and inwardly mysterious,
and swing in the glossy sky of probability.
Ensnared and confused are all
in the illusive fair of globes,
yet everything is sold and purchased
in quest of a sweet home.
Nevertheless, in the age of skyscrapers,
the disciples-both of God and Devil are still
looking for a sweet home to live
with the owners of those glamorous eyes.
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