Sweet Home

a poem by Sathya N K

Thus caws the crow miles away,
Winking on a sun-drenched day
Surrounded by the vast bluish sea,
With pockets of mixed humanity
With high rising concrete sky line
And scattered trees forming bee-line
Orderliness, cleanliness the order of the day
Mechanically, electronically inhabitants sway
So much on creations of man and machines to allure
But, ask thy neighbor who his neighbor is, he goes obscure
Well, that’s the state of affairs here
In this part of fast frenzy world dear.
My home land, though not equipped with all of these
Still carries tradition, culture, heritage, bonding and love in breeze
Truly she stands up as pure as gold
I can proudly say that she is the best in this entire world
Let it be Singapore, Switzerland, Geneva or Rome,
My home in India is always sweet home.