Home, where the fridge is loaded with your favourite treats,
Right from sambar rice to every imaginable meat,
The kitchen always smells of ghee,
Filling your heart with glee,
One of the parents are always pottering around,
The clanging of snack boxes, a permanent sound,
You sleep your deepest sleeps,
As your parents quietly peep,
You find the strength to solve every problem,
Even if you hit rock bottom,
There's food and drink galore,
To make all your grievances fly away and soar,
By the end of the weekend,
Your mind is well rested, you're ready to blend,
Back into the weekly grind,
And the ready to face the world, that can sometimes be unkind,
But you've got this,
For the next weekend of bliss,
Is not too far away,
And home awaits, ready to melt your blues away.
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