HOME SWEET HOME
That was the time, When she used to keep our home sweet home like vine, Attaching all,she was standing, even in fall, Mother we call! Who dared to move things,arranged by her,even though small, Dad was head,but she was his biggest destress, Brother was naughty,she knew very well,who was his dream beauty, With the help of mine,she relived at nine, Again in the next morning,she used to start with her scheduled time, Now,her weak hands tries to hold all,as time passes,everything started to fall...