Colour Of My House Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Colour Of My House
Me...a cheerful street Singer
No money to paint house even with white wash
Let me discloseI am fan of Stage Singers.
Me really lucky to have their grace.
Everyone is eager to paint it with rainbow hue
No objection from side of me.
As it costs nothing, not a single peny
They painted it with color of their own choice.
Four side of walls turned four contrasts
No one felt the responsibility to ask
What is your own choice.?
It isn't necessarily the food.
That is delicious to them.
Might not be flavour of my choice.
Like a of Atheist's house, a museum
With store of idols of antique Gods and Goddess.
By Tulsi Shrestha
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