Homeland Poem by Siddhant Sharma

The home soil has its smell
About it I am going to tell
It’s the land of which I am native.

If you ask me, ”where do you go? ”
I will answer, ”to my homeland.
The only place where I stand.”

I love my home.
I love my native.
Really god is so creative.

You go to America, you go to London,
You go to Paris, you go to Rome,
But the best place to go is home.

For people, my home is just a clown..
But for me, my home is the greatest crown.