Quest Poem by Madhuri Sawant

The place smells of fresh lavender
Where no dust surrounds the location.
The home is a soothing place of comfort,
Where disagreement is not an option.
Where body never tired of sweat,
But it has dreamy day.
Where mind doesn’t plan conspiracy
And heart doesn’t know to lie.
Where language doesn’t know the word ‘NO’ to those who need guidance,
Where pride and modesty are one and the same,
Where greed is replaced by generosity.
A humble abode where talent and knowledge are not bought,
Where each slave and master has an equal dignity.
Where genius are encouraged not challenged.
I am in desperately in quest for this place.
In my dreams I call it ‘Heaven’.