Where
in the shade of love I can love without worry
Where with dear ones I can communicate without speech
Where dreams are seeking blessings for the dear ones and not the self
Where distribution of happiness is the only way to happiness.
Life of that grace has its own charm
Life in that home has its own charm.
Where I burst out crying about the misery of others
Where I scream at the pain of others
Wherever I go, that which I cannot leave
>From which even if I want I cannot breakaway.
Life of that grace has its own charm
Life in that home has its own charm.
The growth of which makes the heart chirp with pride
The greatness of which makes the head bow with awe
The rhythm on which this heart beats with joy
That roof - under which I am defined.
Life of that grace has its own charm
Life in that home has its own charm.
Where giving is not an obligation, it is like taking
Where self-motives have no meaning and respect is in serving
Where the identity is not the self but the child of all
Where for one another, personal aspirations are ignored.
Believing in these principles has a charm of its own
Living with these values has a charm of its own.
Where earning is by sacrifice and the almighty is revered
Where the holy shadow of home and family is there
Where the murder of the ego is a source of pleasure
Where blessings are the force behind all action and accomplishments.
Believing in these principles has a charm of its own
Living with these values has a charm of its own.
The air may tear it - such softness of the heart
Water may burn it - such polite cool of character
That mansion of love which the world cannot comprehend
That sea of mutual indebtedness which the continents cannot separate.
Believing in these principles has a charm of its own
Living with these values has a charm of its own.
