If Houses Could Talk Poem by Arti Chopra

I am back after travelling,
For a week and a day,
And when I returned
My house seemed to say,
Where were you all this while?
I was alone and sad,
The plants look all withered and
I really felt bad,

There is dust everywhere,
And the rooms are forlorn,
The driveway is empty,
From evening to morn,
If houses could talk,
They would really request,
Don't leave us unattended,
And put us to a test,

We're made to be occupied,
Be full of laughter and fun,
When the masters are away,
It's like a sky without a sun,
So good to be back after
A little sojourn,
Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home