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'.
Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014
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