My Home

Home is just not a place, it’s a haven, Where your heart never lies, Your coziness,and security always apply, And where your dreams comprise, The kitchen in my home, Is a place where my mom makes flavorsome Indian food, And the rooms get filled, With the mouth-watering aromas of the delish goods. Here is where at dinner times, I would not backup to say the truth, For I know my parents will understand my problem, Because they were also once a youth. At home, when I am sorrowful, And just want to burst into tears, I would have the courage to say what makes me, Because I know my family members are here. The bathroom at your home, Is where privacy is around, A place where you never get disturbed, And your dreams are found. The study area is where I uncover my knowledge, Its where I will be willing to learn, A place to develop my levels, It’s a place where I mentally think. My queries and doubts, Would be answered by my dad’s powerful words, (sometimes makes me confused), And they make a path for me to follow, My dad became an inspiration for me to choose. My sentimental and emotional feeling, Would be calmed by my mom’s words which go deep, Her kind and affectionate, calming phrases, Would bring the tender in me to sleep. Wherever you ought to be in the planet, Be it the most famous place on Earth, You’d always be restless to go to only one place, And that is home. Home is a lively place, Where our dreams persist, Not like a house, Where stylish counters exist! Thank you Habitat For Humanity, To give students like me, An opportunity to bring a change in our community!