Provocation: Big cities, small towns and remote villages keep on telling me the heart-rending tales of family feuds over property which, in most cases, is a humble house cured by its builder's sweat and blood. Many a bonds are forsaken, many a lives are lost.
A House For The Brothers
Making castles of the clay,
In the scorching summer noon,
The three little brothers play,
Till the time they see the moon.
Then mother brings in dinner,
Feeding till their stomachs fill.
Telling a story about a winner,
Counts money saved from a bill.
Later she sends them to learn,
The magic of the alphabets,
And she tills the farms to earn,
An extra sum to pay of debts.
She raises them with her grit,
Builds a house missing her meals,
When she thinks her life is fit,
The bothers' evil plan unveils.
As they wrangle over the house,
Cops are called to settle matters.
Caught in a fire so hard to douse,
Her soul dies, her heart shatters.
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