MY NEST, MY HOME
Hon. Mam,
Every corner of my soul, heart, and home , to you, is trying to speak
Justice to save my own little nest from wealthy n powerful land-sharks I seek
It is an appeal humble, to the mighty and powerful, from a person meek
This building is my home, every corner alive is, from every corner my departed ones speak
My hubby's Mama, (mother) who, for me, was an angel divine, her vibrations here speak
Produce they loving holy vibrations, like in a temple, from a deity one would seek
Every penny possible was used to this home buy, loans, FD, my gold we sold; that's why I cry n squeak
Let not the powerful snatch away my precious temple. Let not corrupt power win against the weak.
Yours sincerely in deep pain
Armin Dutia Motashaw
