We Build
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The home we build
To live and welcome
Becomes known entity
With blessings from an almighty
We call it as “house” too
To rouse
The feelings of own
For all members not to disown
Even if it is small hut
It shall be talked about
With sagely appearance of head
When he is no more or dead
Who makes it unworthy?
Daily quarrels with the use of filthy language!
It becomes living hell
The house is filled with bad odor to smell
Only we make difference
Even if it has simple appearance
We build it like heavenly place
For all to live peacefully in any case
Bu şiiri puanla
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