28 October 2017

Memories of my mother's home


Memories of my mother’s home

 

A TV stand as old as me,

A settee to sit and read,

A garden full of flowers and greens,

Father tending his garden and trees,

A pious room with Gods that smile,

Fragrance that carry’s for a mile,

Mother deep in her books,

My room that barely changed its looks,

Grandparents’ photo standing tall,

Art works decorate the wall,

A car in front porch making a din,

Winking at me to take it for a spin !!
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