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flowers are like children both need care and nourishment thanks for sharing

What a great write this is! So beautifully envisioned and depicted. Marvellous composition having fantastic collocation. An intensive poem I like most. Thanks for posting such a valuable gem. ....10

What a great home .The visuals are vivid and I can literally picture your heavenly abode Another great write.Hats off dear poet.Thank you.A treat indeed

another extraordinary poem of yours astounds me and makes me sail in your imaginary world.........greatly enjoyed this poem.........thanks

Yet another of your poems takes me on a vivid journey awaking my senses. When I am not reading one of your poems I almost feel blind to the world. Hopefully if I read enough of your poems some of your gift might grow in my poems.

Good morning Valsa - I was reading this lovely poem word by word and and feeling myself to be in my village house in my childhood and tearing down thinking of no existence of that house anymore. So lovely descriptin with all bits and pieces that I was totally floored. It's of an amazing nostalgia to me! ! ! ! !

I personally visited Valsa's home on March 1,2014. So I can testify to the factual accuracy of the poem. The house is right on the side of a main road. But inside the house, with its cute little garden, its quite serene and comfy. The house is in Muvattupuzha area of Ernakulam district of Kerala. New buildings are coming up all around the place, green fields are yielding space to concrete vehemoths - and the poor workers who actually build these houses are getting driven away for ever to the filthy outskirts of the ever expanding citiy limits.... A city cannot build itself. It needs cheap labour from outside. Labour rates in Kerala is three times of the prevailing rates elsewhere in India. So the city ferries cheap labourers by the truckloads from the East, gets its smart buildings polished by those dirty hands, pays them a few hundreds for their troubles, and then tells them to go away! ! ! The outsiders have no love for the houses they build. With easy money and cheap labour you can build a house NOT a home. To build a home, you need decades of faithful devotion and commitment to each other....as Valsa wishes to convey through her poem.....

A very well narrative sweet home abound with Nature can not be less than a heavenly abode.......Valsa.........I felt lost in heaven.........very well composed.....

Lush and fresh with paddy plants in June... nicely painted memory in words....10

a beautiful description of your home. just lovely

a beautiful poem, loved it.

The last two lines say it all Valsa - beautiful.

Valsa, what a great sonnet from your heart, describing your blessed house and garden! The appreciation you hold will never grow cold, and the fruits that you have are many! Also, your happily married love so rare, this poem shows how much you care~ and I know that you are truly blessed, ...I wish someday to be your guest! ! ! ! {{{hugs}}} and many smiles! ! ! !

Loved your Lovely home surrounded with mango trees and many more trees. This reminds me of my native place Palakkad. This picture reminds me of all the trees and one big tamrind tree, on which we used to put swing and the river just in front where all used to go in early morning to have bath. But now bathrooms are used. so cold the water in river was especially in winter. But after the death of my granny and grandpa we rarely make a visit. Here we are staying in flats, so this poem took me to my memories many years back. Loved reading it. May God Bless you and your lovely home which is built with love! ! !

lots of things have changed with time, , some for the better sake, , , this part of our home we would surely miss, , , , there s nothing we could do about it, , wonderful write, , ,

A lovely poem sadly for all of us modern life with all its noise and bustle can crowd in on us so its important to have a haven of peace well done valsa

a love of home land of God Home is the sanctuary where you roost and rest A sweet dwelling, more than all mansions blest And it should be an abode of love where hearts embrace

To love the nature we love the Lord house and Home differs here it is like living and existing nice lovely Valsa 10

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed it so much. Buildings and construction is here to stay and migration is part of life but we need to be content with in a little corner called home. Your poem reflects so well on it all. Home is where the heart is. Also loving hearts are the one that make a home.

It was happening, it is happening and it will go on happening. Our once beautiful. picturesque homes are now surrounded by industrial haze and concrete jungle. Migration is taking place everywhere but can not be helped. Coming to the composition, pain of the poet is evident in this flowing and well worded poem yet the last stanza brings the reality that life within the four walls of our home is cosy and comfortable. A meaningful poem.