Home Sweet Home

My home sweet home! You are better than Venice, You are better than Rome, Your streets with crimes, Explosions and killings, You have lovely rimes. I know the dwellers, I can talk anyone, Don't find the strangers. Whereat I can walk, In the powerless nights, And complete dark. Where dogs on way, Don't bark at me, Fearless of bites and betray. I know your demerits, I am used to with it, And love your merits. Whereat I can drive my old lovely bike, And can go to a place of my choice and like. Everything is familiar and nothing is new, May be it a fog or it may be dew. They all know me and I know them all, At home, I know what to do if I fall. Nice may be Venice and lovely may be Rome, I want to go back to my home, sweet home. (This poem is written at Riyadh, Saudi Arabia)