Wednesday, October 27, 2010


A little girl asked

“Auntie, how do we make a home?”

Auntie answered

“Using clay, bricks and stone”

And she went to her chores

But I wondered.

Is it the clay, brick or stone

Which makes a home?

Or something more than stones

A man,

A woman,

Some children,

And some family,

Bound together

in the bonding of love.

It may not be of clay.

Leave alone gold and stray.

Leave away the iron mikes.

But must compose of love,

For love, which bonds together.

For love, powerful than iron mikes.

For love, which makes a straw,

worthier than glittering gold.

Makes a home sweet home.

© Tarun Mitra

January 31, 2006


Indrani said...

Great lines Tarun. :)

Yayaver said...

Home and house are different; People forget about love and think all except it. Very aptly catched in this poem, Tarun.

Nalini Hebbar said...

How true!

Tarun Mitra said...

@ Inrani..thanks :)

@ Yayaver...thanks bro..

@ Nalini..:) thanks for reding..

Bindhu Unny said...

Sweet lines :)

Megha said...

wonderful....u need to write poems more often

sm said...

great poem

Tarun Mitra said...

@ Bindu...thanks for reading..:)

@ Megha...will try

@ sm.. thanks :)