It's so easy to construct
The building called house
But when the petals are plucked
A glorious rose becomes a louse
Without love, it can't become a home
It remains a lifeless building
Looks so beautiful with that dome
But that beauty is only the gilding
It's not a home but a house, if out, love is sucked
If you have a heart of stone, a home, you can never construct
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I personally am pretty proud of how this poem turned out. Let me know your views regarding it. Also, because of all these updates that will continue till the end of this month (21 still left), the new poem collection will be fairly delayed. But you can't complain because you are getting an update daily because this is national poetry month. No, you don't get the right to complain here.