Their House Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

This is their house. Thatched with hay.
No speciality. No novelty at all;
Rather a simple house, like all other houses.

Common people say,
Their house is also infested with flies, cockroaches,
Mosquitoes, ants, white-ants bugs, lizards, mouses.

Secretly known, all members of that house, boat-eater;
Some of their neighbours seen at some deep dark night
Their house floating as if a boat on the far milky-way...