Home is Where the...

Whether it’s the birds building a nest with twigs galore,

Or a deep dark den from where you hear a lion’s roar,

All you have to do is walk through the front door,

To witness fun, compassion, care and much more.

It’s a place where delicious curries are stewed,

And love is showered in massive magnitude.

A site that’s equipped with a defensive roof,

To fend off problems and troubles aloof.

A place which lifts me up when I’m down,

And brings a smile replacing the bitter and unpleasant frown.

A place that tells me that I do belong,

And keeps me going, unfazed and strong.

Where walls are coated with memories than cement,

A place that shoulders the removal of my every dent,

A place where my heart feels that I can call it my very own,

It is definitely not a house, IT’S MY HOME!