WHEN A HOUSE BECOMES A HOME

I Remember,I Remember
The Saying Of A Poet Of Yester Years
"STONE WALLS DO NOT A PRISON MAKE
NOR IRON BARS A CAGE".

So Are The Marbled Floors And Gilded Walls
That I See And Marvel Every Day
They On Their Own Can Never Make A Home
Pray You Now Listen To What I Wish To Say.

They At Best Can Make A House
Where Bodies May Dwell Side By Side
They Miss Something Tis For Sure
They Know This Only When They Dwell In A Home.

A House Becomes A Home Only
When Love Abides Therein
Friendship Then Is A Welcome Guest
In The Garb Of Neighbours Galore.

Only When The House Becomes A Home
A Home ,SWEET HOME,It Then Is
Herein Rests The Hearts Of Near And Dear
Till They Meet Again In Their Heavenly Abode.


Composed by==Baiyu---Mumbai April 2006
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