Nothing More Than A Home Poem by Rizwana Sultana

No better option than staying in one's home.
Since money can buy house, not home.
Residing with siblings and parents, no strangers,
Safety from all types of dangers,
Enjoying the toothsome food at all the stages,
In childhood, adolescence and all ages.

Receiving sufficient care and attention,
Love and concern from parents,
In the lively, homely atmosphere,
Passing all the funny moments.
Asking and getting what is desired,
Immediately, just like a bullet is fired.

Even the golden castles' existence,
Cannot replace the homely essence.
What else do I want from God,
Other than home's tenderness,
When it gives me sufficient,
And abundant happiness?

Only the place of love and peace,
Caring parents doing everything to make us please,
Fulfilling all our required needs.
Being looked after like tiny seeds.
Doing all kinds of mischief,
Just like a notorious thief.

Love exists even for a bird,
For its soft and warm nest.
No matter, where it may go,
Finally returns to it for rest.
The only place of luxury,
Full of comfort, little to worry.