It is a hut with a broken wall and <br />it’s windows are weak and door less <br />Though it is weak and old <br />My palace is in that hut. Y es my palace in that hut. <br />Every day dawns over my roof and <br />every drizzle starts from my window <br />Breeze will come to report to work, <br />So my palace is in that hut <br />My angel may be in dirty rags <br />Her smile is enough to light that palace <br />She may prepare humble foods but <br />they are my royal feast <br />Her hands may be empty with out bangles <br />her nails will light that dark place <br />One more pleasure is my little heart <br />who is inning all my miseries by her smile <br />she may be in my thatched roof <br />Her presence will change that hut as a fort <br />Another reward of my Lord is there <br />playing with his mighty hands <br />His strong shoulders with loving face <br />will chase any troubles and pains <br />His courage and confidence are my <br /> life’s guiding lights <br />Stars and moon will visit my hut <br />to fetch a glory of His mercy delight. <br />We are rich and richest of this world <br />living with our sweet delights<br /><br />SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-palace-in-a-hut/
