Meenas PoemsIt was a few days ago
he was with great ego
going about in a go
as he had no foe
he did not have to bow
as he disliked show
he never bent low
never intended to give a blow
wished to get in the flow
with a perfect glow
he moved slow
and did not know
how to speedily go
as the target was in a row
hard to hit with a bow
so shot it with an arrow
breaking it into two.
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Some appreciate the poem
Some depreciate the song.
So goes the way
all throughout the day
with criticisms heavy
mostly unhealthy in a levy
at times an applause rarely
that would bring cheer barely
unconcerned be your process
not bothered by the causes
people differ in their attitude
accept everything with gratitude
go about your way 
with pride
as that would lend a pleasant ride.
The land being low
had a steady flow
where water logge
while men clogged
water stagnating in the pool
men crowding like fools
becoming the breeding place of mosquitoes
where diseases spread in rows
turning the lowland unfit and filthy
making it a place totally unhealthy.
Heading towards the structure
standing massive and great
looking like a ruinous rupture
with stones falling at a rate
causing a damage and fracture
as the building has 
started to oscillate
losing its shine and texture
making the dwellers nearby to a fluctuate
letting out a dilemma and a torture
as how to continue living there in a rate
that would prove extremely dangerous
getting ahead to warn them straight.
The house needs a cleaning every day
with a tidying and dusting
where the furnitures look battered in a day
with the layers of dust white and black sitting
overlapping their exquisite finish
while cobwebs flying around
get stuck to the corners of the garnish
the hanging garden of Babylon being found
dustbins overflowing with waste
dish washers full with dishes
laundry gets growing as days go by in haste
garden turns haggard and weird with fissures
requiring a trimming and watering 
periodically
with the mowing of lawn underway
going by the growth as it may
sweeping of the entire pathway
demanding great time and energy
that wanes of with years and age
as the occupant loses her synergy
so does the house rocked in a range
dwindles in its value and significance greatly.
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