The house becomes a home, <br />When the hearts play the same, <br />Music of symphony to accommodate, <br />Various flowers in a bouquet, <br />Same or different colored, arranged, <br />In the wet responsible sponged basket, <br />Different blossoms of different sizes, <br />Shades, length and textures, <br />It looks pleasant to the viewers, <br />A family makes a home sweeter, <br />The hearts connect all as wires, <br />Harmony has to pass through, <br />To lit the light of life and love, <br />Caring others is the only switch, <br />To keep the home in a high niche, <br />Lack of responsibility dries up, <br />The life in a family, the hatred, <br />In words and deeds disconnect, <br />The flow of peace in our destiny, <br />Each one of us love our family, <br />More than we love ourselves, <br />The earth will be the Garden of Eden, <br />Where the satanic snake no more hidden..<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-of-eden-7/
