Home

Must home be safe and sound?
Must home have me maintained?
Must home should make me bound
To answer ‘yes’ constrained

At home I grew beguiled
Where seeking help is lame
Self-standing must be built
That is my home’s acclaim

With independence forced
Few punishments were laid
I tightened lips was pursed
I followed, did not wailed

I did what I was told
I build my heart strong walls
Alone, a fool I strolled
I run when problem falls

My mother is so great
Perfection’s what she’d scream
To discipline she’s fit
To love for her is grim

Even though mother’s here
I can’t still find her though
Alone here in the mere
She’s just a figure so