The quietude , I enjoy
at home is in peril,
My home and I synchronize,
conjoin and live in peace.
At dawn, I hear strange noises,
It is unloading of goods.
I come down, run outdoors,
a truck with tables and cooking utensils.
I learn that a restaurant is being set up.
Walking back in dismay I sit on the steps.
It is going to be hectic day and night,
preparations, serving, billing,
The peace, I enjoyed for such long
will be lost.. Bless the next house landlord!
Well, to him revenue is vital,
no matter from where and how it comes.
Meenas Poems 