Here are some alterations in the previous poem in the poetic form- The Bop, that I did write. Many of the lines are the same- there are only a few changes which show a new story, which is different from the earlier one.

The floor hasn’t been cleaned since a while

The floor hasn’t been cleaned

since a while, one can see

the specks of dirt, the fallen

spider webs here and there spread

like the dried flowers of love

on an old withered tomb.

The faded love does leave a stain.

A foul smell is also coming up

from something on the floor

may be that thing has died

now decaying on this floor

which hasn’t been cleaned since a while

and don’t oversee the broken shards of

glass and the dark red stain

which has by now left its permanent mark.

The faded love does leave a stain.

The sick lady of the house rose

from her bed finally and saw

the floor which hasn’t been

cleaned since a while, and aims

at cleaning it up in a while but

ends up lying back on her tomb within a while.