Write a poem with a loose AABB rhyme scheme about the frustration of home improvement.
system
ghar main sudhaar kii hataasha ke bare main ek dhili AABB kavita yojana ke saath ek kavita likhen.
user
mujhe laga ki ghar main sudhaar itnaa bhavy hoga,
lekin ab yah kuch aisa he jo main sirf khadaa nahin kar saktaa,
lagaataar marammat, pahanane or shauchalay,
mujhe ek coil main meri peeth kii tarah mahasoos kar rahe hai.

main keval apane vinamr nivas ko thik karne ke liye taiyaar hum,
aitihaasik sundarataa ke darshan,
lekin har kadam ek smaarkeey bhaar he,
or mujhe lag rahaa he ki main visphot karne ja rahaa hum.

jis diwaar ko maine ptch kiya, uske paas abhi bhi chhed hai,
or paint main sirf chitrit, rang neeche, yah dikhaata he,
nal abhi bhi tapakataa he, or sinc naalee nahin hoga,
mere prayaas, ve sabhi vyarth lagate hai.

drill, yah kaam nahin karegaa, shikanja, ve mudenge,
meri kunthaayen prayek paath ke saath mount karti hai,
mujhe samaj main nahin aa rahaa he, main chintit ho rahaa hum,
ab aisa lagata he ki meri atmaaen buree tarah se jal rahi hai.

meraa dhairya patala he, meraa swabhaav jaldi aa rahaa he,
yah ghar sudhaar pariyojna mujhe biimaar bana rahi he,
main shaap or gadgadaahat, is bevakoof kaary ke madhyam se,
yah ghar main sudhaar bakawaas he, yah itnaa bada puch he.

lekin mujhe drudh rahanaa chahie, kyonki mujhe bahut kuch hasil karnaa he,
ek ascharyajanak ghar ke liye, mere prayaas vyarth nahin honge,
main ise rakhuunga, haalanki yah mujhe kaaphi ballebaaji kar saktaa he,
or aakhirkaar, meraa ghar itnaa ratti nahin dikhegaa.

oh, main kaise chahta hum ki main sirf ek chaalak dal ko kiraye par le sakuun,
kai chizon kii dekhbhaal karne ke liye mujhe karne kii aavashyaktaa he,
lekin abhi ke liye, mujhe lagata he ki main plag karata rahoonga,
or aashaa he ki kisi din, main din kii roshni dekhuunga.
assistant
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<|user|>
ghar main sudhaar kii hataasha ke bare main ek dhili AABB kavita yojana ke saath ek kavita likhen.</s>
<|assistant|>
mujhe laga ki ghar main sudhaar itnaa bhavy hoga,
lekin ab yah kuch aisa he jo main sirf khadaa nahin kar saktaa,
lagaataar marammat, pahanane or shauchalay,
mujhe ek coil main meri peeth kii tarah mahasoos kar rahe hai.

main keval apane vinamr nivas ko thik karne ke liye taiyaar hum,
aitihaasik sundarataa ke darshan,
lekin har kadam ek smaarkeey bhaar he,
or mujhe lag rahaa he ki main visphot karne ja rahaa hum.

jis diwaar ko maine ptch kiya, uske paas abhi bhi chhed hai,
or paint main sirf chitrit, rang neeche, yah dikhaata he,
nal abhi bhi tapakataa he, or sinc naalee nahin hoga,
mere prayaas, ve sabhi vyarth lagate hai.

drill, yah kaam nahin karegaa, shikanja, ve mudenge,
meri kunthaayen prayek paath ke saath mount karti hai,
mujhe samaj main nahin aa rahaa he, main chintit ho rahaa hum,
ab aisa lagata he ki meri atmaaen buree tarah se jal rahi hai.

meraa dhairya patala he, meraa swabhaav jaldi aa rahaa he,
yah ghar sudhaar pariyojna mujhe biimaar bana rahi he,
main shaap or gadgadaahat, is bevakoof kaary ke madhyam se,
yah ghar main sudhaar bakawaas he, yah itnaa bada puch he.

lekin mujhe drudh rahanaa chahie, kyonki mujhe bahut kuch hasil karnaa he,
ek ascharyajanak ghar ke liye, mere prayaas vyarth nahin honge,
main ise rakhuunga, haalanki yah mujhe kaaphi ballebaaji kar saktaa he,
or aakhirkaar, meraa ghar itnaa ratti nahin dikhegaa.

oh, main kaise chahta hum ki main sirf ek chaalak dal ko kiraye par le sakuun,
kai chizon kii dekhbhaal karne ke liye mujhe karne kii aavashyaktaa he,
lekin abhi ke liye, mujhe lagata he ki main plag karata rahoonga,
or aashaa he ki kisi din, main din kii roshni dekhuunga.</s>
