THE HOUSE OR A HOME
Once on a
very hot summer day
the Sun was shining up so bright
over neat n clean cosmopolitan city
I planned to visit a relative with pride.
Passing through the lush green street
reached in a well decorated posh colony
the guard interrogated about mine identity
while no one was seen there in outer balcony.
Beautiful interior attracted much to me
after a long time when I met with my host
they greeted me with a great pomp and show
by offering sweets, muffins, cold drink and toast.
But that affection did not last anymore
within an hour changes in attitude in them
were seen, members went inside one by one
indulge discussing, if I stay tonight with them?
As solitude, decided not to remain anymore
I returned back on thinking my own too extreme
whether is that house made of bricks and beams
or is it a sweet home that made of hope & dreams?
©Dr.
Satish Ch. Srivastava, 20160728
(Thursday, 28thJULY, 2016 at 02:40pm IST)
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(Thursday, 28thJULY, 2016 at 02:40pm IST)
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Beautiful poem
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Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteI didn't surprise
ReplyDeleteTo see that prize
You've been treated
How relative has greeted,
It's so common entity
Seen in modern society.
What you've carried
Nothing to be worried,
It's lesson of the life
You should take it as pride,
As you are the man of courage
So you shouldn't be discouraged;
Since you're on the path of establishing
Your name in poetry, the worldwide.