A house disordered,
The members battered,
In minds confused,
In speeches slittered,
In sight littered,
The plight tethered,
To a view vandalized.
Pitch rise to a high decibel,
Speeches screeched to a pinnacle,
Defying concentration.
Deriding laughter bleeds,
The mind of feelings lead,
To a loophole called hell,
Where evil forces dwell.
A home riding to a hell,
Converges restlessness, ill feelings
In minds of members, alluding
To an uncomprehended mind greater,
It is a dirge for scatter and shatter.
Will God, the so called healer,
Mend the kind of these minds?
( A home in which members are in a frequent state of irritation and anger is always an abode for evil elements. It is a sign of destruction and war. Peaceful minds can grow the human world into paradise.)
