My New Home Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale
With faded paint. The floor is full of stains
I asked the owner, Mend the problems pal
I cant live here in this dirty dungeon

He snubbed me cool, Its all at your expense
You do yourself or just vacate at once
I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint
Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint

Elapsed years this way and my relic
Is crumbling now beyond any repair
Its time I look for some new hiding niche
In my locale here or someplace somewhere

Ready Im now to move to my new home
A kind and beautiful mothers snug womb