Home, my home, my sweet home

Home, my home, sweet home



Home, my home, sweet home,
home is where I dream and delve
sweep and mop, cook and clean,
so I cannot roam, shall not roam,
the mansion where I relive my
Multiple desires, drink the honey
of Jubilation ,drown the villain of
abomination and doom

Home, my home, sweet home,
Within the precincts of which
I roam, roam, chant a song and
Within roam from room to room;

Home, my home, sweet home,
From my pooja room to prayer hall
to balcony of rose pots,
the petals of which deck my deities,
the aroma of sandal and camphor,
the fruits in the bowl,
the jasmine and betels
in trays of copper and bamboo plates,

Home, my home, sweet home,
from kitchen to culinary,
the mirror in the cleaned
Silver vessels, I see my alarm on
the refrigerator, reflected
in the mirror, not a mirage, a mirror,


Home, my home, sweet home
Within the precincts of which
I roam, roam, and roam.