This Is My House

That is my house So sweet so lovely Very old but every day Looks new jolly After long tiring work Its gives me a sensation of Cool lovely garden Among my loving children And smiling intimately hugging My sweet wife A mate of my every life That is my house So caring and so possessive To attract me from anywhere Into its safe care A place where I sit into deep meditation With the Lord of my creation Blessing me with His glare Of heavenly cheer This is my house Which I erected Brick by brick Layer by layer And watched it taking shape Year by year Like my own children Who perhaps will never know Through how much pains We two had to go To give them a shelter Full of safety and love Yet we feel a satisfaction That its every dimension Tells a silent story Of our true dedication This is my house Which will tell our story Of love and affection To our coming generation When we would be no more But our souls will anchor Here to watch our children Living happily As a family Looking satisfactorily At our portraits Note: This poem has been selected by the Lost Tower Publication To be published in their book 'Eastern Voices'.