Sky Is Our Home

It is mud house Open passage for mouse Cats can visit any time It is breakfast home for all the times We are there to share Cowden’s wastage is used as wall paper Few windows to allow sun light Air blows in much to our delight Roof is made of wooden straws The clay titles are put to draw Heavy rain water can easily flow It is built heavily to withstand any blows Nature is our friend Hard work makes to earn bread Not much is with us for entertainment As were landless peasants Education is not much known As life is only our own Rest all is depended on weather It only provides us breather If rain god is pleased Our life to some extent is eased There is bright prospectus for whole of the year We dance and enjoy pleasing the ears Not much to reveal and not much to hide Not much of life’s secret to confide We are simple and down to earth Sky is our home and earth may absorb us after death