when you love it
when you live in it
incites a lively roam
the attachment towards home
increases bit by bit.
The home I live
a sprawling one as such
is a lovely give
a gift from my mother with a touch
you might believe
she be too generous as much
she did not deceive
at least in this too much.
Almost in it for three decades and half
I have become one with it in all
the pleasant colours on the walls laugh
they come out with a reliable call
I look through the minute details with a cough
as I scrutinise the cracks on the wall
they be not magnified but small and not tough
I walk past satisfied in all.
It is time to paint the exterior and interior as well
I talk to myself loudly
the paint has started to fade slowly in a tell
I reminisce rather faintly
the doors and windows need a refurbish as well
I jot down the fields diligently
it would cost me a fortune I recollect the past as well
I calculate the expenses rightly.
I think of the colours and themes
a good combination to work along
I do, redo and redeem
as if I am composing a song
it is a task requiring a seam
a uniformity gradual not too long
I contemplate the whole day referring the themes
finally, strike the age old Beige as strong.
The theme would match my home so beautifully
being a structure where tradition is the sequence
I mix and match the colour with my home carefully
work on the spot the pros and cons in a reference
the building would appear stately
with the solemn hue all the more displays a reverence
the imperious reflection is intoxicating and lovely
the chosen colour would enhance its charm with a difference.
Settled now with the theme and colour in a stroke
I indulge in the cost calculation seriously
lest it should not beat me and initiate a broke
I enquire the dealers about the price immediately
with the quotes from the dealers in the note
I derive the expenditure swiftly
a refresh of the bank balance in a stroke
I decide to go for it squarely.