My home, my own lock

My home, my own lock

 A house is a must for all,

To stay and be sheltered

with comforts and corners

each in an ambiance of cool;

From simple earning to this state,

Where  cobwebs and lizards

In safe mode, from corner to corner

Move about, like scenes in a movie camera.

All are welcome to this abode

Of self constructed and self designed,i

Where freedom and  choice of individual

Care rule in all quarters, pets and cats

Mew and move about, wagging,

Drinking from the plates  in  demure.

A house in alien land

where earthquake and war

I have seen often as common

as  smiles in dreams.

Still mahogany table  of carved edges,

And upholstery  of ancient realm

 Stayed for long, now  memory

Fading slow  and  I am stuck in my own,

Nothing can lock , nothing can prevail,

For my home, is my adoration and devotion.