The bees who suck honey from the flowers
By night safe and sound in the honey comb.
Somewhere, sometime-
But at the dead of the night parrot in its nest.

The king in exile-
Its appearance freezes our wits even for a while
The slender, scaly, sinister snake.
Designed brown spots on yellow chrome and the hissing sound to us awakes.

Within the green foliage coiled itself or flat on the ground.
Slowly, silently at night in its hole it naps without any sound.
The fire of the jungle
All beasts minister

Hunts, roars, pounces on the prey
Back it moves to rest at its den.
Man the most intellectual monitor.
Down at his pen, offices, industries, culinary and the solicitor.

It wanders throughout the world
But finally retires home whose mirth is like gold
Wheresoever man may be
His heart lies at a place to call home

His momentous treasure
Those bricks, those walls, whose unity, love, affection, kindness, forbearance, sympathy beyond measure.
The happiest place is a place to call home
No other substitute be it palaces, monuments or tomb.

Home sweet home.
Its edifice of sponge, satin, ribbons and foam
Home sweet home
There's no place like sweet sweet home.

 © Gargi Saha

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