My home sweet home!
You are better than Venice,
You are better than Rome,
Your streets with crimes,
Explosions and killings,
You have lovely rimes.
I know the dwellers,
I can talk anyone,
Don't find the strangers.
Whereat I can walk,
In the powerless nights,
And complete dark.
Where dogs on way,
Don't bark at me,
Fearless of bites and betray.
I know your demerits,
I am used to with it,
And love your merits.
Whereat I can drive my old lovely bike,
And can go to a place of my choice and like.
Everything is familiar and nothing is new,
May be it a fog or it may be dew.
They all know me and I know them all,
At home, I know what to do if I fall.
Nice may be Venice and lovely may be Rome,
I want to go back to my home, sweet home.
(This poem is written at Riyadh, Saudi Arabia)
No place is better than home. A sanctuary of love and peace. Hope you enjoyed your visit to Saudi Arabia. Thanks for your comments on my five liners.
Only when we move away from home that we particularly feel for home and miss it.... Only in our home we can totally 'feel at home'! It is where we can absolutely be ourselves without any pretences!
Home is always sweeter that Rome. Well done my friend!
Yes when you are home away the beauty of the home land and the sweet home can be realized thoroughly and perfectly. Whatever thatched may be the own house, it is the loveliest amongst all. A lovely experience.
What a beautiful poem! .........................................
Beautiful poem. Very true said, there is no place in the world as sweet as home. One knows all the merits and demerits, nooks and corner of the home. It's the place where all the happiness resides. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very True...there is no place in the Entire World like Home..! and there is no such country better than your mother land... :)