Dr.Ram Mehta Poet Sonnet

Home Sweet Home

Home is not merely made of four walls
Home is not merely made of roof and room
Home is where the love and affection calls
And the home is where the heart can bloom.

What it needs is something to endear it
Where formally there's no one to welcome us
But where is only kind lips to cheer it
And where there is someone to love us.

Home can never be quiet, polished and neat
But where tiny smudges of fingers small on walls
Tell the stories of far more sweet
And strewn toys, tell of kids’ play and calls.

We may roam and roam places on the earth
But home, sweet home is the place of mirth.

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January 29, 2015

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Frances Schiavina October 14, 2023 at 10:52 AM Brilliantly said with sonnet musical tones of joy.

Valerie Staton January 6, 2019 at 6:25 PM I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. There certainly is no place like home.

Juliet Ligon April 21, 2018 at 8:00 PM Home is where the house is messy but affirmations are met. Such a welcoming poem of home, Dr. Poetic hugs, Juliet

Subhas Chandra Chakra December 6, 2017 at 4:16 AM Home is what it makes us and what we love to be with it, You have made a sweet home out of no where, accessible to all who have a sweet, soft craving for it. Thanks poet for this lovely sharing. Yours fellow poet, Subhas

Sunita U.D Palawon February 5, 2017 at 11:37 AM Truly said, home is our identity. Enjoyed reading. :) Sunita

Dominic Amezimi May 6, 2016 at 4:57 PM WOW ... "But where is only kind lips to cheer it And where there is someone to love us", that line got to me deeply. This is soulful writing, thanks for sharing Dr. Mehta.

Femi Adebayo April 22, 2016 at 5:25 PM Awesome piece

Funom Makama June 4, 2015 at 9:51 AM What a marvelous read from a blessed paged built on lines constructed with the lyrics of the skies and words well supported by dynamic foamy clouds. Message well expressed! No doubt an absolute 7##.

Poet Destroyer A May 23, 2015 at 1:18 AM Dr Ram, Nice win...... LINDA

Robert Lindley May 21, 2015 at 6:10 PM "Home Defined" Home's not merely four square walls, Though with pictures hung and gilded: Home is where affection calls, Filled with shrines the heart hath builded! Home! go watch the faithful dove, Sailing 'neath the heaven above us; Home is where there's one to love! Home is where there's one to love us! Home's not merely roof and room, It needs something to endear it; Home is where the heart can bloom, Where there's some kind lip to cheer it! What is home with none to meet, None to welcome, none to greet us? Home is sweet, -and only sweet- When there's one we love to meet us! Author: Charles Swain http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/18205.html

Skat A May 20, 2015 at 7:09 PM Dr Ram, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN. Enjoyed your Home Sweet Home Entry. Thank you for supporting my contest. ~~SKAT LOVE~~ Jan Allison May 21, 2015 at 8:13 AM Skat this poem basically ripped off from a poet called John G. Paton - it shouldn't be placed as a winner in a contest! :-( Hugs jan xx

Joe Maverick May 3, 2015 at 4:33 PM Right on here Dr Ram' hey how are you these days.? best to you Joe..'

Aiyah Torres April 25, 2015 at 11:12 AM Home is not merely made of four walls... where we share love and memories in whole... I so love your poem, Dr. Mehta!! ..'been a while.. how are you? :o))

Charmane Bellen February 8, 2015 at 4:42 AM I love it. I miss my sweet little home while reading this. Thank you. ~charmane~

Funom Makama February 6, 2015 at 6:54 AM You write graciously and wonderfully. Its blissful coming across this piece. There's nothing more than I can say other than, this is simply awesome and great

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders February 3, 2015 at 12:42 PM I think credit should be given to the person who wrote the old hymn, Home's Not Merely Four Square Walls. Don't you think so, Dr. Ram? Robert Lindley May 21, 2015 at 6:01 PM That would be Charles Swain.. The first 8 verses word for word came directly from his song and were grabbed by the author here. I believe there is a name for that..... 8 of 14 verses, is over half (first 8 verses)of the award winning poem is the work of another author. Myself, I can think of nothing worse for a person to do than steal the work of other writers be they poets or song authors.