My Tenant And Me Poem by Kishore Asthana
My Tenant And Me
My mind was a Devil's workshop
But, I asked it to leave
Alas,
His black-coated minions
Have obtained a stay
And now
In vengeance dire,
He is hammering away
Day and night
While the heat of his fire
Shapes my desire
As he wishes
With the legal system
In my land of the lie
Sometimes for sale
Often passed by a snail
The stay will be vacated
Only after I die
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