the house no one visits anymore

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

ever thought about what it takes a home to be turned into a house? people leaving, carrying away their stuffs along those sheer memories which fades with time. sometimes people leave without leaving, it's a tale of a joint family turning to a nucleated one without being so in reality.

It took a nonage, few marriages and crossovers

to turn a homey into a house, no one visits anymore

There are seperate kitchen, seperate deities and seperate t.v's to laugh


There's also a rooftop encroached,

And few more places abandoned in need of attention

The trees of love once sowed, were merrily travelled to carpenters


By evening men return to their respective wives and children

And by day, they leave without their father blessing them

The late mother is late in memories too

The pillars once stood like mangroves now stand like divider and

mere stoops

It's the house no one visits anymore

It's the home lost long ago

Submitted: January 21, 2021

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Nice poem.
You will get a like from me.

Thu, January 21st, 2021 11:41am

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