My Palace In a Hut

It is a hut with a broken wall and it’s windows are weak and door less Though it is weak and old My palace is in that hut . Y es my palace in that hut. Every day dawns over my roof and every drizzle starts from my window Breeze will come to report to work, So my palace is in that hut My angel may be in dirty rags Her smile is enough to light that palace She may prepare humble foods but they are my royal feast Her hands may be empty with out bangles her nails will light that dark place One more pleasure is my little heart who is inning all my miseries by her smile she may be in my thatched roof Her presence will change that hut as a fort Another reward of my Lord is there playing with his mighty hands His strong shoulders with loving face will chase any troubles and pains His courage and confidence are my life’s guiding lights Stars and moon will visit my hut to fetch a glory of His mercy delight. We are rich and richest of this world living with our sweet delights