My Home

Its cozy and I love it so

my brown detached bungalow

You may think this absurd

but it's an original Hindi word

Maybe I am mistaken

maybe my memory is shaken

However if i can but wait

someone will agree or set me straight.

Or even start a hot debate

Behind lies miles of green

so vast I've never been

hardly set a foot inside

hardly had the time to bide.

Our barrier is a hedge of thorns

on which the cattle scrape their horns

lowly mooing in the morn

waiting to be milked or fed

while the neighbours are abed.

When the farmer's about we can tell

from the noise and the smell

That man sure raises hell

spreading all his muck about

when our washing is all out

when the day is soft and fine

hanging cleanly on the line.

Many times I have been sad

everything smells really bad

My favorite scene comes to

the soft glowing gentle hue

As the sun sinks from view

I see it orange across the sky

and darkened horses passing by

make stark contrast to the eye.

And from the dark eerie sounds

amidst secret places in the grounds

CAROL SELVA