Sky Is Our Home Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is mud house
Open passage for mouse
Cats can visit any time
It is breakfast home for all the times

We are there to share
Cowden’s wastage is used as wall paper
Few windows to allow sun light
Air blows in much to our delight

Roof is made of wooden straws
The clay titles are put to draw
Heavy rain water can easily flow
It is built heavily to withstand any blows

Nature is our friend
Hard work makes to earn bread
Not much is with us for entertainment
As were landless peasants

Education is not much known
As life is only our own
Rest all is depended on weather
It only provides us breather

If rain god is pleased
Our life to some extent is eased
There is bright prospectus for whole of the year
We dance and enjoy pleasing the ears

Not much to reveal and not much to hide
Not much of life’s secret to confide
We are simple and down to earth
Sky is our home and earth may absorb us after death