Our heart our home

London dhekha paris aur dhekha japan

Kahin nahi mela doosra hisndusthan

I have been to New York, been to Russia over phone

But hadn’t seen my home, where is my home I searched

In google maps, no lets see in Instagram, who took my home

Who took my closet of motherinlaws sarees, where is my husband

Shirts pants and towels with inners, I didn’t find my wedding saree

Which was bought my sisterinlaw and cousin sisters, I thought God

Misplaced it somewhere, so that no thief enter my home and steal.



I searched in USA, India too, but not found anywhere, my sweet home,

Where our servants call me didi, and ask me what to cook today,

Another servant comes ask me, I got the milk and grocery, and lists out all the

Veggies and meat, I go rushingly to my motherinlaw and asks what do you want

To amma, she says, I would like bhaingan bhartha, son also loves it, ok.



I again searched in North India, south India, East India and west India too,

But I never I got a clue, my husband came to me said, don’t you remember

Where we hided our home, I hid in Doosra Hindusthan, I was confused,

I was scratching my head, trying to find his puzzle, then he said, its our dream home,

A home like India, located center of it, with hexagon shape, and glass walls with curtains so long till the roof, and everyone of us had separate rooms, we had tv room I mean theatre room, library, and many soo,



I thought my home would be so big to accommodate when my cousins travel,

And my husband says you are dumb and little stupid too, you cant see your home,

It is our heart connected in thoughts, never to be seen to others, because we are dead souls now, every one trying to pull our bones flesh and our happiness…..



Jessy Jacob