You may be heard or knowing
Of drawing or building…
Of course, I know
To draw a few lines,
As
Walls, roof and varamda.
A flower pot outside and a smiling girl.
And to ventilate
The doors and windows.
And, luxuriously
A mangosteen shadow
And a pure water well.
How beautiful, na!
You might have built such one or
Bought one, me too.
But, can you believe?
Everymorning my drawings
Are being wiped off!
And every night I weep on it.
And the day time,
I wander on other irony pictures!
What do you say?
Shall I cut my head and shed blood
Or melt myself as a whole
To cement and fix
At least the front door frame?
As to keep my picture beautiful and rigid!
And, do you know?
All the indoor frames
Are already volatilized out!
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