Home Remedy Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

Shaddy corner around the garage
therein my home
but my house stays in the G.RA
therein is my phagosome
I left my house for my home
to seek lissome
when I know in my house I see wearisome.

My house may be so big but very gruesome
And my home may be gutter but desmosome
Happiness I see and people to share some
who're pauper yet aren't fearsome
they are mocked yet they're gladsome
one spoon we eat one cup they don't antinome
they still share love even in ribosome
when the riches will be gloved and madsome
' don't touch him he's death dreadsome '
little time for the family killing with boresome
on Christmas even on the Eid
work will be their epistome
children living in a house of no home
always wishing that one day
they will land in their home
house may not be home
but home will always be a house
Little or big isn't it fretsome
the happiness home provide
is more than the beauty of the house
how you wish you've a house
that gives you a home