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 ****** away my precious temple. Let not corrupt power win against the weak.

Yours sincerely in deep pain
Armin Dutia Motashaw