The Cupboard

 A cupboard I am.

When opened, myriads of things pour out.

Love in the heart is central,

It beats when love pours in.

I digest many secrets,

, sweet or bitter.

I love to sing and dance.

Sometimes I prance. 

To me life is special. 

I absorb pleasantries, 

negate repulsors,

I hug innocence,

My mind a locker,

A treasure, a shocker,

Any news 

is locked, when not in use,

If organized, saves my time 

of hunting,

Reading and writing improve computing,

The skills in me, add to 

my daily shine,

If untreated lovingly,

I mess up fumingly,

piling up problem, inhumanly.

Mobile, I am 

gathering valuable information,

storing in the brain vault,

can be used with default. 

I need to be kept healthy, if you want to be wealthy. 

So don't forget my daily 

upkeep, before I sleep. To prevent my wear and tear,

I am to be dusted and polished,

don't forget the clutter in me to abolish. 

Upgrade me, for long life to be,

If not, redundant you shall be. 

I am sacred, I am temple,

God resides in me 

with love ample. 

I am one of a kind,

I need love to bind,

Only then I am humankind.