Procrastination ..

There is a wonderful house
made of woods ..
the walls, floor and roof
are well-built and winter-proof
even on one very stormy weather it withstood ..
the lashing and the howling
of an irate july rain; again and again

one grim grey day
he spotted a rotten floor board
he sat down and rest assured
there is nothing to worry about
but the rot's wrath has no bound
days, months and a year later
it wriggles like deranged worms that devour
the wretched fibres
then one day, his bare foot trod
suddenly a whimper; that final hour
it ends with a crack and crunch
too late ! But now he knows
not to delay and ignore
thing that he could do at once