English poetry, Mindful

Circle of Fire

Each house has one,

Or I shud say most,

I came n found one,

In this hot pot,

One is so obvious,

That dirt stays within,

The other is so shiny,

That u can’t c the dirt within,

The third is so charmingly sweet,

That if u give no heed,

No dirt will b seen,

The fourth is so old n frail,

That the dirt is hard to c,

Not only c but stamp,

Yet at times it is seen,

Bcoz of the weakness of strength,

The being is penetrable,

These complete the circle,

N indeed evil it is,

A break is needed for it,

To diminish at its best!

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