My Sweet Home

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

Home is not a wooden door;
Home is not a concrete floor;
Home is not a brick wall;
Home is not a picturesque hall.

Door and floor, wall and hall;
And aloft a dizzy rising dome.
All these go to making a house;
But they cannot build up a home.

Home is where everyone shares;
Home is where everyone cares;
Home is where everyone shields;
Home is where everyone yields.

Share and shield, care and yield;
Home these alone alone can build.