The restaurant near me,
not near, to be exact,
the adjacent one, in the north
came up all in a sudden
two months ago.
My front area got filled
with aroma of cooking.
I have termed it wrong,
it is not aroma, an irritating smell
that gets into your nose.
The backyard is a recipient
of a ghastly odour from the leftovers
thrown mindlessly.. and from the water
used to clean the utensils forms a pool
does not flow into the drain.
Oh! no, the drain does not exist.
I dare not go the north part of my house.
confining myself to the southern portions,
Yesterday, I discovered, the eatery
has been wound up,, like the way it came.
I stay blessed.
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