place called “home” is to feel homely, <br />God’s creation standing by to look so lovely, <br />May be she is with all her elegance, <br />Everything for sure and no pretence, <br /> <br />Gently spoken words I hear, <br />Sounds like music in my ear, <br />Shivering cold run in spine, <br />As if showing drunken state caused by wine, <br /> <br />Mild walk around give melancholy voice, <br />She is with me not becasuse of her choice, <br />Always standing by and rendering advice, <br />Suggesting the ways with utmost care to improvise, <br /> <br />Bowing head with all weight on my solder and lean, <br />Air to suggest fragrance and house almost neat and clean <br />“Life is so suggestive and perfect” does that mean? <br />It seems half battle is over with clear perfect win, <br /> <br />Home loses significance if she is not there? <br />Without her no refuge and to go nowhere, <br />Ideal place i shome to step in with peace of mind, <br />Smiling at door to receive with gesture kind <br /> <br />All care is taken of with ease and no tension, <br />Home in perfect condition and look as Manson, <br />No clash of views even with slight reason, <br />All days alike whether season or no season, <br /> <br />With arrival of spring, flowers boom, <br />All happiness in home and I always zoom, <br />housing of toys all in single room, <br />joy and only joy with trace of gloom, <br /> <br />“Home” is an end of universe, <br />Does not come as surprise and need to rehearse, <br />It is place where even HE may prefer to stay, <br />Heaven here, hell here, we need only to create the way<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-called-2/
