By With infinite care
And patience
I built a house of words,
Toiling day in and day out
Collecting new words and phrases
From every corner of the Earth.
Proudly I surveyed my work,
The room new gilt
Rainbow-hued
Airy and spacious
Inviting one to spend
A lifetime of living and learning.
But when a sharp wind blew,
The paper-thin walls
Shook like castanets
Floors caved in, the roof fell:
I knew then what folly it was
To build a papier-mâché house of words!
©Indrajit Bose
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