Want A Shelter

I want a space for myself, perhaps some bigger one,

And get rid of the compromises paid for the things to be done.

With my stiff skull, engaged in crotchety stuffs,

Want some relax, to stop inhaling the monotonous onerous snuff,

Of duties, responsibilities, care, security of own and owns.

And perhaps get rid of everyone's pains and moans.

I want a home, where I could be pushed by my wife to love my parents.

And have no fracas among my siblings for land, property and residents.

A peaceful atmosphere and no vicissitudes,

And the entire family praying for each other's life infinitude.

I want a society which demurs the illogical convention.

And get more logical and reasonable during any delicate situation.

I want a land, where no one dissemble behind religious coats,

And humanity lies prior to any profession and misleading trode.

Finally, I want a shelter where ideality is in as excess

As water of Ganges, provoking reason, love, acceptance, faith, tolerance and people getting ego less, start using their common sense...