Welcome Home
They're say East or West home is the best
I do agree but with a litmus test
Still basking in joys of a vacation
I thought the house to be at it best
Little did I know what was there to be
In the name of welcome this is what I see
Opening the doors I walked in good humour
The funny rat smell rose like a fever
The puddle in the drawing room made me gasp
The carpet fully soaked , shook me off the floor
The dust all around as nobody's business.
A sight good enough to make me nauseate
The riverie broke as a glass crashing on the floor
For I visualised myself ready in a new role
Adorned with broom, duster, apron and mop.
The day flew by fulfilling the chores
And sweat trickling down with ceaseless flow
By the night as I hit the bed
Ah! I sighed, 'Welcome home' and passed out
# Kiren Babal
9. 3. 2013
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