A palace with a golden dome,
Would it make a haven or sweet home?
Here lives a king without his queen,
Life has lost its bliss and sheen.
Bleeding hearts in broken homes,
In to a palace a lonely heart roams,
Rattling memories and hollow bones,
Kind hearts turned in to stones.
Homes are built in each others hearts,
Where affection dwells in their thoughts,
Where music of bliss is heard in all parts,
It is a place where fairy tale starts.
Home is a feeling not a pin-coded location,
Where our heart and soul feel pleasant sensation,
Here the family lives with utmost devotion,
For every problem, together they find a solution.
Souls cemented together with bonds of affection,
At every struggle, we can feel love and its reflection,
Where blissful hearts can live in protection,
With near and dear ones, we can make soul connection.