“The home in you
Sheltered me,
But this time,
I need to return…
For this body is only home,
Which welcomes me broken,
Ugly, tired, tattered… “
Lee in Lepcha directly translates to Home in English. No matter what ‘home’ means to you, there is surely something nostalgic about the place we call home.Written in simple and effortless language these are poems from the hills, scribbled in times of fear and grief to bring peace, comfort and healing to the lost ones seeking homes in shelters. But home resides in each one of us and in this home each one of us reside.