Walls

Every morning when I get up, I face them.
when I am angry or sad , I hit my fists on them,
they have been with me all the years,
though they are dumb, they are all ears,
they are the mute witnesses of those moments,
of those emotions of joys and laments,
standing mightily around me, they give me a sense of security,
they give the place I live, a picture of grace and sanctity,
they say a house is not made of bricks and walls,
but its among these that every night the family rests,
they stand high and strong like the man's pride,
from one kind to another, a woman walks into as a new bride,
start talking to them and people will call you insane,
never do they complain , decorate them or leave them plain,
a vital part of human existence,
talk about past, present or any tense!