Building A House

By Mrs. Ruchi Agarwal

A house of bricks, inside the body.

Bricks of strength, broader in length.

Pillars for hardship ,to bear the

kinship.

The windows to be more precise,

in all its shape and size.

To Let not assumptions be made,

for what is unsaid.

Where the layers of confidence,

laid one upon the other.

Step by step, I go ahead.

Brighter, stronger, to revamp the

misled.

The floor of the house, as simple as

ground.

Roof on the top, gives a positive

sound.

Tells me every moment, just go, let

go.

The walls echoes forgiveness.

The counters groan in gratitude.

Trivial thoughts escapes through

chimney.

Always ready to part, with my

agonizing heart.

Yet, derf I practice.

To let my house not collapse in me.

Step by step, I go ahead.

For a better me, not be ruined

instead.

A house within self,

equipped well by each one.

Along with the kind of thoughts that

Comes.

Arrives a moment to euthanize the

structure.

Shaken to be shattered, loosen the

booster.

Hereafter modification takes a

chance,

a newer house is created at a glance.

A house more jubilant, more

powersome,

residing in the heart of a mere

handsome.

Step by step, I go ahead.

To focus on success, rightly read.

By Mrs. Ruchi Agarwal