MY HOME

I live in my home

People say it is a house

How do I know?

What is a home what is house

My teacher lives in a home

It is her child and she its mom

Morning comes with a smile

Sun is just to rise and shine

Mama is ready to beat the sun

Always wakes before sun shine

Who is shining mama or the sun?

It is mama ever ready with a bun

Feeding every one with lyric and fun

My friends don't come to my home

For it is old looks like a dome

They live in a lavish house

Whether for living or to douse

Every one here is on a scale to gouge

Mama is busy without any business

Papa is busy fighting for his easiness

Bun seems nowhere and no one to serve

Mama thinks papa does not deserve

Why it is always she is made to serve

Papa must understand his duty

Mama not a servant a queen of beauty

While she is a cat and papa like mouse

It is where that is called house

No body to care but a play field for mouse.

I do not like living in such a lavish house

Where everyone plays his trump of cards

 fearing every time like sitting in  yards

Caring for nothing  but for   guards   

Concealing everything  from everyone

A home or house is known to none

The house is a place  not a palace

Where no  body gets piece and  solace

A home is a heaven to rest and lie

A home is  a nest for learning to fly

No Palace can provide  any rest

Everyone feels the home is best

Mama is there to serve a bun

Where every one enjoys love and fun

House is meant for house lost  people

Whereas  home is meant for household people

Home is a temple of love

It bears the burden of every one

A palace like house is wished by none

Where wishes are burnet and status is learned

Home is like a dome ,tome and  come  

Where god also wishes to live in a  home.