Sweet Home Poem by Rajendra padhi

SWEET HOME
The city has so many skyscrapers
But there is no space,
Breath of the hills don’t enter
There is no space to brood over,
The windows are shut
The gardens are in silence,
The yellow bird sits alone
Swoon for a song under the sun,
There is one meaning only
Steps are busy for offices,
Children are hurried for schools
Buses never retired in the streets,
The tyranny of time
Lights up the mind in longings,
At night faces are gloomy
The pillow shelters a dying soul
Like a corpse you are mute and silent,
The children dream of their mother
Singing a lullaby,
Her tender hands slipped dead
You have tired of yourself,
The grains of laughter in the blood
Forgotten at the day, lost at night,
Life oscillates like a ball in the thread
She searches for a home so sweet
Let her relaxed in a moment of love.