SWEET HOME

what first comes when u think of home
just a shelter or to which ur heart belongs
sometimes cramped in one of its corner
sometimes spreading everywhere ur feathers
you think of it when you are lonely
and you think of it when you feel lovely
away from it yet so near
glimpse of it doffs away fears
hither n yon whole day you roam
at the end of day what enthralls is home
its a need of every being
its not just piling bricks
its a feeling,fills our heart
loved one resides in it as a special part
mother's lap,father's luv n scolding
brothers n sisters wid each other fighting
better-half's love and care
all these emotions is home
widout which our life won't glare
home is a flow of love and care
in other parts of world its rare
it get hold of our deepest core
for a soul its a purest form
this supereme and sumptuous place is HOME