Home, My Sweet Home

At last I own a patch of ground

Which, to lay my claim on earth I’ve found

In a remote and sequestered nook:

Not wrested by hook or by crook

From a bewildered, wretched sibling

After long and pitched legal squabbling,

Nor a vain vaunt of patrimony

This land of peace and harmony

But bought for a price of years of labour

And pangs of sacrifice, mine, this arbour.

On this hallowed ground

An abode for my brood I’ve found:
No, not that family house
Where time stands still and in shame does douse;
That mansion with a bleeding heart
Where ghouls of greed with their black art
Calculate as they prowl behind doors
The algebra of profit and loss……
A haunted edifice that cannot stand
The label of litigation , the curse of a hurt band!


On my own anointed ground
Yes ,at last a home I’ve found:
Better than patterned in my head
Better than painted in my heart!
What incense of love hangs in the bowers,
Where memories are folded in armoires,
Where joys on shelves are piled,
And in drawers, resolutions are filed…..
My haven interlocks lives with bricks of love,
Diaphanous dreams curtain and interlace my cove.
Home, My sweet Home!