House Of War Poem by M. Asim Nehal
House Of War
My dream was to live in a house
I did work hard day in and day out
To make my beautiful house
Brick by brick my dream came true
Aesthetical it came out awesome
Who ever saw it either,
they bit their finger or
their Hat fell down but alas!
the people I thought would
make the house of brick
the home to live
turned out to be my enemy
as they tortured me to
do this and not to do that
they wanted me to live a life
According to their wish
And soon it became
A house of war.
A dream that turns into a nightmare, love is a free emotion to allow the person to live his life not to be tortured as this is the death of love! Beautiful write!
Very much close and true to present day's real life-10 Also thank you for your comment on my limerick Asim
Amusing poem............................great thinking by younger one, Junior poet.
Wonderful concept of a 9 years old child, nicely changed in a beautiful poem by a great poet.
Very true we do our best and they do their best it is a struggle of power, nice one man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:02:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dream remains alive to make house beautiful. Having torture and selfish motives inside causes war. This is sad to see war in house and having love in house in nice for peaceful living. A very nice poem shared definitely.10