They lived across the road
But did not see eye to eye
The rugged look they gave to others
Seemed they were there to ‘eye’
They conquered half the colony
In which they did reside
By any means, the lands were theirs
This is what they decide
They built a garage to park their cars
Soon they rented the site
Then parked their cars outside
Not only by their side, but also opposite my site
Yet snorted every time some guy
Parked beside their site
The house was theirs the land beside
The road was theirs besides
Till someone yelled and told them to
Park their cars inside
A quarrel brew, the cops were called
To put an end to the strife
Still waters run deep
As you have heard
Just waiting for high tide.
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India