Written by Ananya Singh.

I built a house
I thought it was perfect,
Could never accommodate a defect
One of the best,
Unfortunately, unable to harbor the desirable effect

Its inhabitants were being put to test between them emerged a colossal unrest
So, they left.
Searching for the adversity
With a deep disconcerting disposition

In an upsetting curiosity
Meandering my way to its origin
Found the mishap!
Well it is just the widening gap
In the work that
The feeble man can’t handle anymore…. Everything is too hard to reconcile
The recent overindulgent freedom has made the mind sore Too many options,
Which one should I secure?
With my twisted ways
Finding the ideal one to lure……ouch
So getting back,
Do I think the house is perfect… Yeah…will always be
After all it’s made by me
(Being said
At the risk of sounding too ahead of myself) However, it cannot self-sustain
The bricks need to learn to maintain Their cement with one another,
And if the folk within falter,
It hopefully should be something
The house I built can alter

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Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.

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