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.
Meenas Poems 