In the foreign land where you live <br />Where the snow is cold and slippery and smooth <br />You say you cannot sleep <br />And all alone not feeling safe <br />In that house made of steel and fortified walls <br /> <br />Here in our country <br />Where walls are weak where beams are but coconut wood <br />Where the sun is hotter <br />Where the dust spread like blanket on the bed <br />Where the noise is simply intolerable <br />Where beggars come asking for food <br />Where poverty and calamities abound <br /> <br />Here in my country I sleep so soundly <br />Because lady, this is my home this is where my heart is <br />Because lady, I am safe in this place that I call my own <br />Because lady, there is no place like home <br />Where sleep is sleep and will always be sound<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-no-sound-sleep-as-sound-as-home/
