The House is a Home

What makes a house a home?

People, you would say.

People, I too would,

Couple of weeks ago and hopefully, away.

But today, oh dear today,

It is the TV in sight,

And the channels playing right.

The clever use of corners,

The workmen and their manners.

A working internet connection,

A store-room garbed in fashion.

The plastic in the bin,

Collected in the dim.


People, did you not say,

Made the house a home?

Why, yes.

The distinct step of the maid,

Choreographed with the son of the said,

Who cleans the car,

Followed by the putting of the

Healthy water in the jar.


And sounds, yes them,

They too, quite make a home.

The remarkable snort of the refrigerator,

The grinding in the blender.

Calling bell and phone rings,

And how the induction oven zings.



And once dinner dishes are done,

Stacked and settled,

The home waits on in alarm,

For the next day to succumb,

In the steps of the same.


Some invitees are awaited,

The green plants nicely potted.

And magazines in the loo,

How homely they make you feel too!


People didn't you not say,

Make a house a home?

Of course, of course,

Tomorrow it is the carpenter,

Day after, the plumber.