It's a two-storey building,
Three houses overall,
The right one is what I call my home, separated by a thick wall.
Peace exists in my corridors,
Wide and tall,
Like an open hall,
I came out here to this beauty,
In a haze of someone's call.
Once I took a stroll here,
I'm amazed of what not,
It has it all.
Enough space, enough sunshine,
Cool breeze, slight rainfall,
The view of the sky,
half gloomy, half bright,
Dancing trees in the nature's ball
As if All beauty in a Marshal.
What a view, what a place,
As if made of heaven's grace,
How until today, I'm unaware of its trace?