Bricks

Bricks were here and there,
The dust and dirt of solid form,
The bricks and house old and new,
Big buildings were like the canopy,
The roof of the earth and space occupied,
The bricks were here and there with dust and dirt.
The bricks were the roof of the earth,
The dirts were the cover, the guard,
The soil and mud wereroom
and we were homeless.
The rain fell day and night,
Sometimes with gull and squall,
The sun rose straight everyday,
With no bricks no home to lie with peace,
In rainy season home became homeless,
The bricks were in the mind and in the consciousness.
A small house of brick with roof,
The shadow of life under bricks.
The bricks that suffered openness with seasons,
Round the years and forever crept into being.
It was the root to sleep to peaceful mind.
With time and with change of address,
The bricks are happy to drop one after another,
One floor to another party did it declare.
Big house and space broad with floor upon floor,
Bricks are spread like wastage and useless.
Above the head double cover for sun and shower.
The Moon smiling every moment is not visible.
The Sun with furtive glance peep to gleam.
The brick has guarded the sky and rain and pain,
Now it is heavy on soul and spirit has become stoic.
The brick and soul likewise,
and spirit with no sign of enthusiasm.
The house is now without home and is everything with no life.
The pain is gone and beyond pain
the openness of natural blow.