Home Is No Home Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Home is no home

Yes, when daughter smiles
As if peace returns with happiness
Each member wants
That she always cheers

It was our effort
Not to report
Any unpleasant happening
To her especially in evening

She may come back from classes
Change the dress
And straight rush to see us
We, then share tea or snacks

Our house is full of little frown children
Now they know how to be seen
What shall be behavior?
How to move indoor out door

We take pride in having
Such nice kids who bring
Lots of pleasure when they return
And share their concern

We feel 'home is no home'
If there is no noise when we enter home
Each one may rush from different direction
Hug us with attachment and show their reaction