the hut

Once i went for a walk and saw an old decayed hut. I did not pay any
attention and wanted to walk on but the old hut started talking to me:

" I like to be a house! A beautifull house where people would find an
open door and come in. They would not only see failures. People only
see failures, failures, failures...

But when do they see that a person, an animal, a plant or even a hut
suffers?
I want to be a big villa where people would find space to talk about
their problems. But as i am no big, beautifull villa no one comes!
They only see the holes in my roof and the fallen boards!"
And the hut fell silent.

I went on lost in thoughts.

hai  friend,

    nice poem on Hut.  Hut may be small but its  heart I could find big.  Wonderful poem., which speaks with more good intentions and motivations, but with grief stricken thoughts of its ruined  state, which is inspiring too.  Through this I could see your beautiful heart,  which u are blessed with (even  at your young age)  which is filled with kindness . Thanks for the beautiful poem, but sorry for my late appreciation,  i happened to see  this poem ,  today only , though U posted it two weeks  before.  



with lots of love,