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
