Home Sweet Home

Enter my house,

With an eyebrow arouse.

Lits up your face,

One forgets all the disgrace.

There are people in it with welcoming heart,

Found together with love adequate.

There is chirping of music,

Smile, full of magic.

Hugs are all around,

With jokes and twisters which are very sound.

Creativity can be seen everywhere,

Whether on wall or on hands to swear.

Behind these faces, are the tragic mazes.

Which have worked for today’s happy appearances.

Outside its thought,

That everything here is sought.

The family in this house,

Is full of treasure.

Treasure is there, no doubt,

But not in terms of wealth to count.

It’s in the heart of their,

To make every single moment lively and full of care.

Perseverance is taught here,

Not to forget how to fight back with dare.

Enter my house,

With an eyebrow arouse.

It’s not merely a house,

Though it’s a home of hope, emotion and creative grouse.