My Nani’s House (Poem)

In Diwali the house is at its best,
It’s like there is it’s own little fest.
Close by, my nani has many friends,
They don’t have any broken bonds to mend.
There are many AC’s for us,
So we don’t make a big fuss.
My nani makes many sweets,
Just in time for all our meets.
It was just my nana’s birthday today,
It was wonderful you could say.
Even though there is no backyard,
There are plenty of flowers which my nani will guard.
Sure, there are many buildings in the view here,
But, the sunset visible to us, is dear.
Luxurious in the house are the rooms,
Where pretty decor looms.
In the living room, there is a big painting,
Because of it, the artist in me will ring.
There are many photos, of childhood me,
You won’t understand the beauty of the house until you come and see.

~Renee

My Dadi’s House (Poem)

My Dadi’s house is so big,
It’s like there are many treasures to dig.
Though here mosquitoes have made their home,
There’s plenty of space to run and roam.
We went up to the highest point of the house one day,
And a beautiful sight we saw, we could say.
In the porch, there is a swing,
In the morning, we can hear the birds sing.
In total, there are upto 11 rooms,
That also excluding the bathrooms.
To believe, it’s hard that’s true,
There are also many delicacies which my dadi will brew.
Cats will also roam into our house,
Even though, there is not a single mouse.
First, there used to live a family of 5,
A mom, a dad, a brother and two sisters were in this hive.
I come here for the holidays,
And I love this place in many ways.

~Renee