That is my little home
painted on the wall -
You may find it shabby and
old and faded.
The neighbours have shed
their yellow leaves in fall,
Trying so hard to lay a
beautiful carpet.
The friendly brook is taking
a rest in here.
It had started long from
those distant blue hills,
Go it must to that far away
land nowhere -
Carrying a message where call
of seagull fills.
Go inside my home and you
will be surprised!
Its a small space tidied by a
caring hand,
The place is alive with my
mother's touch prized;
Peace and harmony dwell in
our little land.
But you can't find it
anywhere on this earth
Because its preserved and
cherished in my heart.
