This is my home, filled with love and care,
Porridge, sponge bath and they shampoo my hair,
I have rules to follow, when I can be seen,
Four walls tell me, I should have structure to my routine.
It is my body that needs caring, my mind is set free,
My sight isn’t clear, there is always sun for me to see.
Am a bit hard of hearing, but listen Robin chirping, not shy,
Oh, a butterfly I can’t chase, I forget, I could never fly.
I think world is my home, there will be no walls,
when my thoughts are set free, there will be no falls.
Grateful I lived in this body all my life,
gracefully let me make my way back,
Like dvaita and dualism dictate for end of any creature,
return my mind to mystery and body to the nature.