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Confined


 I stay home
 watching the world
 from within the house.

My rooms  gain status,
the patio gently hosts me  
in mornings and evenings,

The kitchen, feverishly  drags me 
and locks me up mercilessly
as I cook four times a day,.

The dining hall  is gracious 
as I sit dining lazily,
reading and chatting.

Unable to reject 
my bed’s solicitations.
 I go to her.

 She rocks me to sleep
 in the night, assuaging
my exhausted limbs.

The bright walls smile
 the lovely furniture cajole, 
 the doors talk.

 I hug the trees,
  kiss the soil which 
 sustains me.