House Of Joy!

Poem By Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The house full of just played toys, ,
Just fed bowls, just torn papers,
Newly added drawing to walls,
What a pleasure to eyes and souls,

kids are there in those houses,
Growing as inquisitive as they have to be,
Let them play in their own houses,
Don't control them in name of rules,

Young mothers! don't toil too hard to please,
All notorious oldies of the world,
Young Mum, Teach your children the morals to be bold,
Enjoy your life with your husband and kids,

Unkempt house is not a contagious eyesore,
When kids are growing to be warriors,
Unkempt heart is a real curse and a dumpsite,
When old and young are comfortable with.

Comments about House Of Joy!

It is really a magnificent poem on family with it's health care and education to children. You have said rightly that mothers' ignorance in scientific knowledge is the real reason for many health problems in the modern world. Thank you dear madam for sharing this gem with us. Full vote.
Well articulated and nicely brought forth in persuasive expressions with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Beautiful poem with good message to allow the children to play freely as well as teach them to keep things properly. Loved reading it.
The children ought to be growing inquisitive! The educationists should catch this point.
yes, allow children to be and grow up like children. fine theme madam.

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