People consider it stupid
When I say that the house talks to me
My old house now abandoned
Comes to my recurring dream
And says
Look! How ugly your blue bedroom has been turned into;
Sometimes, I view my fully bloomed garden
And, next time I see the weeds growing wilder and taller
But no flowers at the sight!
House panel inspects three abandoned bridges of Mid-Hill Highwa...
The house was in Old Baneswore,
Now turned to a commercial hostel
I haven’t visited it even once after I left
But almost every night
I view the abandoned house
In which the ants and mice
Are playing their roles
Is the kitchen at the second floor
Still exists in its old form
Or it’s been already transformed into
One more bedroom?
The commotion, the laughter of family
No more exists there!!
Oh! My deserted house
I had to leave you in a hue and cry,
And now, the nostalgia remains so due and dry
I will cry, cry, cry
If you stopped
to show me up
In those recurring dreams of pry!!!
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