The loveliest place is my home,

where i never ever felt alone,

Food, comfort and family,

turns my boredom into glee.

But a bad learning environment it is, 

distracting me with its wonders,

where i complete work the least,

which are filled with many blunders

My bedroom is my favourite place in my home.

To me it feels like the king to Rome.

From my shelf to my bed, 

they all came to me by fate.

There is no good feature it does not lack,

thoroughly designed by an architect.

Figurines lay on my woodenshelf,

displaying all their actions.

Arranged neatly by myself,

placing them in differerent sections.

My blanket and my pillows,

hugme when I'm cold,

soft and comfortable,

given to me when i was two-years-old.

At night hen i lie on my bed,

half asleep like a corpse,

giving rest t my heavy head,

filled with many thoughts.

I reflect on the things I've done,

while hearing the chirping of the crickets.

Not falling asleep and instead waiting for the sun,

as a new day had soon begun

Further into the kitchen,

where good food is made.

The smell of food is so rotten,

making it one of the places i hate.

Home is still a place i love,

having stayed here since my birth.

I wonder when i'll leave this place,

with teardrops falling from my face.