HUSTELS

Every Since I started roaming, I forget my Roam

It ignites, sometimes cold, but soo much home.

From the day I choose to collect roses; wallflowers didn't get enough Sun;

Oh! wait. You're in rush; must have to run.

The rose gets water today; may be not tomorrow

It is only the ferns will be there for you; with or without any sorrow.

They appreciate green picturesque; placid and subtle;

But there the roots unnoticed; fight in so much hustle.

Everything will be construed at surface; be it Art or a Hut

This will be your call whether you want to go 'close' or 'shut'.

They will read first two lines; just like they do with this piece.

But there's the last couplet will reveal what you actually want to cherish.