Two Rooms Poem by John Sensele

Two rooms, a mansion to behold
Floor space, a treasure we hold
Sisters here, brothers there
Family won whispers of welfare.

Two rooms, an abode we shared
Outside latrine us never scared
Mom, dad, brothers, sisters
Family suffered no blisters.

Two rooms, a residence we treasured
Masala township, yards and acres we measured
Folk stories by a brazier we licked
Family bliss, family joy clicked.

Two rooms, our fortress minus distress
Minds moulded to cushion stress
Roof over our heads
Family didn't fuss over beds.