Home sweet home

a poem by Chetan Bhatia

Even in the midst of an ocean of women,
I feel so out of place;
Like a three year old lost in a party of strangers,
Searching for his mother in each and every face.

At my favourite place of worship,
I usually lose the cue;
While talking to God,
I start to think about you.

You are my biggest strength,
Without which I can’t go long;
And you are my biggest weakness,
Cos for me, you couldn’t do no wrong.

I love you so much not so much for,
Without you I can’t survive;
But I love you so much,
For only with you I will be happiest man alive.

When days pass in distances,
Wandering heart begin to roam;
Invariably I feel cut off,
Desperately miss my home sweet home.