Some guests came in our house one day
Weren't smart or kind, but still okay
They had a lot to talk about our home
Said we don't have good taste or tone
One of 'em started pointing towards the wall
And said the colours don't match at all
I got frustrated, started opening the doors
Shouted 'Where can we find a home like yours? '
Now they welcomed us into their house
Pretended everything is fine, but I could see a mouse
They went in the kitchen to bring some tea
Hidden behind the curtain I found something
It was some scribbling made by them on the wall
I said the colours don't match at all
They came with some snacks and a flask of tea
Glanced everywhere and said the house is clean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem