A Place called HOME

Where blows warm breeze of the lake
and carries with it smell of Mom's home-made cake...
Where the pillow fights with siblings took place
and also the silly card games with Kings & Queens & Ace...
Where the always watching eye of my father is
and so is my mother's warm hug...
Where always the sun shines & stars glitter
and the memories of yester do linger...
Where nobody loses and everybody wins
and all is truth and all are kin...
It's no Taj Mahal nor a beautiful dome
But my soul finds peace there
A Place called HOME...