the house no one visits anymore

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

now

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