Storeys' Story. Poem by Pal Eternity

Storeys are going to double,
memorable structure is gonna crumble.
No longer will the morning alarm be a moo
the street walk wont smell like walk in a loo,
we could hear planes and trains,
but never could beleive these are metropolitan lanes.
It felt like mesopotamia,
because of authorities with inertia.
our shelter is going through ressurection,
three decades after its erection.
Nostalgic moments of a notorious childhood,
but exitement of a new neighbourhood.
Emotions with walls and pillars are abundant,
but changes are constant! ! !