Poetry

My Home My Heart

  I am much of a home bird

  My sweet home is my heart

  It is my lovey-dovey little nest

  Where I live with my dearest.

 

   People call me anti-social

   So let it be

  My home is the only place

  That keeps me superbly happy.

 

   My home is so very special

    It’s the castle of my secret dreams

    Painted with soft love’s bristles

     Dipped in pots full of happy pink.

 

    My home is my whole world

     Precious than all diamonds or gold

     The abode of love and happiness

      The sacred temple of bliss and blessedness.

 

      Filled with the warmth of my family

       And our moments of joy and tears

        Every room, every corner

        Has memories and stories to share.

 

     My home is a piece of Heaven

      A priceless, cozy den

     Touched by golden sunrays

     And blessed by the Heavenly rains.

 

~Vijaylaxmi Sarmah

   Jorhat, India

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