Dis-Organized Pressure

I like  a little disorganized and rough stuff
Where everything is so neatly decorated
A small sneeze can wake up the wind

Asking the conscience to sit
Don't you have any child
Or have you forgotten your childhood?

A little disorganized home is so sweet to me
It makes me think there's still life left
A big rush and simplicity
An arrogant within me cries
Alas! In a few days it will remove pressure
I will be bald in a few days
In a few years - diseases will be companions
This will increase blood pressure
He will never laugh openly now

Even in sadness
He won't be able to cry himself out
His heart would be of stone surrounded by a tall wall
I like creative and  a little different poets
A rough and disorganized - poem
Which is made out of rush
Out of the poet's soul
And it must not have been nurtured and edited ever

- Nirmohi