My home sweet home! <br />You are better than Venice, <br />You are better than Rome, <br /> <br />Your streets with crimes, <br />Explosions and killings, <br />You have lovely rimes. <br /> <br />I know the dwellers, <br />I can talk anyone, <br />Don't find the strangers. <br /> <br />Whereat I can walk, <br />In the powerless nights, <br />And complete dark. <br /> <br />Where dogs on way, <br />Don't bark at me, <br />Fearless of bites and betray. <br /> <br />I know your demerits, <br />I am used to with it, <br />And love your merits. <br /> <br />Whereat I can drive my old lovely bike, <br />And can go to a place of my choice and like. <br />Everything is familiar and nothing is new, <br />May be it a fog or it may be dew. <br />They all know me and I know them all, <br />At home, I know what to do if I fall. <br />Nice may be Venice and lovely may be Rome, <br />I want to go back to my home, sweet home. <br /> <br />(This poem is written at Riyadh, Saudi Arabia)<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-sweet-home-49/
