Once the house was filled with life and soul,
It was not merely a pile of bricks then,
This skeleton has lost its dreams and hopes,
Stolen by animosity, lust and greed.
Emotions entangled in the cobwebs,
Incessant miseries in the duskiness,
Maligned thoughts in the miasma,
Vanished the glory and anticipations.
Still each stone bears the fading handprints,
Wrapped in unison with love and care.
Echoes the untold grandma tales,
The rhymes of the broken lullabies.
Spare me from the race for a moment,
Let my soul soar over this garden,
Let me paddle through this courtyard,
All I want is to be among the reminiscence.