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Make Yourself at Home

Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By Liya Sunny


She wants to place the spoon in the spoon holder

Mom wants to hang the same on the pegboard

Spoon looks fine at any of these seats

But the rules for the kitchen have already been set


Once again, opinions clashed, she lost

Because of an unwanted rule that has been set!


She got wings, got a room, and some roomies

Said bye to the ghost of rules, for new stories

Yet again, roomie number one set rule number one

“Don’t dare to share the bed without a shower”


She slept on the floor that night

Thinking it is her fault and can’t fight!


Roomie number two came up with rule number two

“Everything should fit only in the place where I have set it”

Misplaced tin of curry powder, scattered pieces of laundry

And all the placeless objects set the house on fire


Everything has been sealed, now she has no right

Her quiet suggestions went unnoticed, so there was no fight!



Now comes roomie number three with a strict convert

“From sink to washroom there cannot be any dirt”

Structured hours and controlled routines

Caught her care-free mind, of no regulations


She lost her ease of work, yet double-checked

And still got blamed for an unnoticed mark.


They whispered to her “Make yourself at home”

A home where she can't have a bed on her wish

A home where she can't place things on her wish

A home where she can’t relax on her wish


In a house full of unwanted rules

She lives with her unspoken views!


Are you living at home?

By Liya Sunny


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