How I wish to be in control: length,
breadth and height
till I am beautiful, in and out, in colours and light!
And, I need to put on more cement and sand
as I must, on my own, faithfully stand
while the bamboo supports crumble down
with decayed jute knots of grey and brown!
On a journey- at halfway- without ties at the roof,
I’m accused of eating away each pie all aloof;
the future isn’t the hope but an unpredictable malice
where moving forward is a game of dice
as I never understand whether I shall be a waste
even after a final cement paste!
The present and the future appears a wide gap
while I am stagnant without a clear roadmap!
Unpaid too lie my loan to a bank
while BBP, I feel, isn't yet a full resource tank;
but still, your workforce is the only choice now
and I need to be completed anyhow!
