A Little Something Called Home
The camera’s fine shutter zooms,
Focusing on a lovely space,
Where each glimpse would light up my face.
Cluttered books sprawled across the rooms,
Panes showing watercolor skies,
Floating clouds and yellow fireflies.
The comforting smell of perfume,
Coconut oil and strong coffee,
Warm hands on my head placed sweetly.
Giggles and smiles make the air bloom,
With the essence of love in it,
A puzzle that’s the perfect fit.
Blessings shower down like deep flume,
Memories pass, the small grains of time,
How our homes chime with paradigm.
Sanvi Atul Sharma
Class 10
Modern High School for Girls