Simple home
The home is called no home
And can not be made heaven
If children are not seen around
Then no happiness can be found
The garden also looks barren
If flowers are not seen
Plants might have grown high
That does not make us to heave a sigh
Eyes search for some kind of indication
Where is color in life for satisfaction?
Even though flowers make great impact on mind
Real beauty lies on the ground to find
Day’s tiredness disappear
The moment you wearily enter
Home with all sort of worries
The home does not allow you to carry
Wife is at the gate
Children are eager to state
Their day’s schedule along with some demands
You are subjected to severe kind of remand
Well, you are at happy home
All problems are left alone
You feel the happiness all over
The mind is at rest to find the simple cover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GOOD Dave Mcm2 minutes ago THE HOME IS TRULY ARE EARTHLY COVER Comment +1 Good