Windows Make House Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Windows Make House
May be, holes it is that makes a house,
Be it for mankind, be it for mouse;
Holes from where comes fresh air,
Whence to look everywhere;
Just as we cut holes to make a blouse!
And windows I would say,
(Walls and roofs in no way) ,
Make what we call a house,
Just as home's made by spouse!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 03.05.2017 |
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