Monday, August 09, 2010

My Sweet home

Home my sweet home,
I love my sweet home.

I like my home not because,
It has a very beautiful look,
But it is own home,
That’s why I love my home.

Home my sweet home,
I love my sweet home.

When ever I feel tiered,
After running here and there,
My mother lies on a cot with me,
As she starts singing a folk song,
I ask for more songs,
With my sleepy eyes,
That’s why I love my home.

Home my sweet home,
I love my sweet home.

My home converts into Heaven,
On  every holiday,
My elder sister plays with me,
My brother starts dancing with me,
My father always tell me
New adventurous stories,
That’s why I love my home.

Home my sweet home,
I love my sweet home.
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Poetess – Nitya

Published and designed by-- Hemant Kumar





2 comments:

  1. How beautiful. Well done Nitya. May God Bless you with His ever ending love and peace. CML

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  2. Dear Hemant ji. I really admire this poem an d painting by Shefali . I like your blog dedicated to young creators. I hav e been writing poems since was in in primary school, but now my ink has run dry, so to speak.

    Hindi is my mother tongue, bu t I am following your English blog. Thank you for visitng and following my blog.

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