A Catalyst Poem by Nishit Satra

A Catalyst



My neighbors is a catalyst
I wish they'd never exist
They stay near a bower
and doesn't allow me to take a shower

I feel this people are pathetic
And throw them in pacific
Whenever i take a panorama
They make a big melon-drama

These people are sometimes lout
and this loutishness broke my pot's stout
They always kill the fun
and tries to be no one

Sunday, July 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: neighbors
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