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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. +++ January 29, 2015

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Frances Schiavina

Date: 10/14/2023 10:52:00 AM

Brilliantly said with sonnet musical tones of joy.

Valerie Staton

Date: 1/6/2019 6:25:00 PM

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. There certainly is no place like home.

Juliet Ligon

Date: 4/21/2018 8:00:00 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

Date: 12/6/2017 4:16:00 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

Date: 2/5/2017 11:37:00 AM

Truly said, home is our identity. Enjoyed reading. :) Sunita

Dominic Amezimi

Date: 5/6/2016 4:57:00 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

Date: 4/22/2016 5:25:00 PM

Awesome piece

Funom Makama

Date: 6/4/2015 9:51:00 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

Date: 5/23/2015 1:18:00 AM

Dr Ram, Nice win...... LINDA

Robert Lindley

Date: 5/21/2015 6:10:00 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

Date: 5/20/2015 7:09:00 PM

Dr Ram, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN. Enjoyed your Home Sweet Home Entry. Thank you for supporting my contest. ~~SKAT LOVE~~

Jan Allison
Date: 5/21/2015 8:13:00 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

Date: 5/3/2015 4:33:00 PM

Right on here Dr Ram' hey how are you these days.? best to you Joe..'

Aiyah Torres

Date: 4/25/2015 11:12:00 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

Date: 2/8/2015 4:42:00 AM

I love it. I miss my sweet little home while reading this. Thank you. ~charmane~

Funom Makama

Date: 2/6/2015 6:54:00 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

Date: 2/3/2015 12:42:00 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
Date: 5/21/2015 6:01:00 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.