Doors and windows
walls and roofs
have got sharp ears
They listen.
Unfortunate, they
lack the ability
to speak .Remain
mute.
They echo happiness
with cheer. Ruminate
on disappointments
express anguish.
A house reverberates.
with fun. Reveals joy.
Laughter strikes back
with strength.
The same old house
lets out a cry, fumbles
mourns when sorrow
overwhelms.
Home lives with you
embraces with a fondness
feel comfort and solace
lying under her roof.
Meenas Poems 