A plot of more than 300 square yards,
Our house is being built within it,
And the architectural model,
It is just very beautiful to look at,
Though it is only on paper right now.
Just not a home until we shift inside,
Lamps for construction are lit,
And few nomad workers,
All of those live near that site,
They build the house like their own.
We just do not shift things into there,
Once its construction is complete,
Then we thank mother nature,
Celebrated will be its completion,
And so will be its existence as if won.
My HP Poem #1405