The dilapidated house,
Was never visited,
And the ruins screamed,
With a distinctive eerie,
Keeping all souls,
At a distance,
From any anticipated mishap,
That might crawl again,
From the inglorious past.
There were rumors,
Of a beautiful lass,
Who strolled the village,
With absolute class,
Though unseen,
Yet she was labeled,
The epitome of grace.
There remained a tall tale,
That one fine spring day,
About a gorgeous girl,
Walking into that famous cottage,
Ever since that time,
No one saw her signs again.
I gathered some courage,
And entered the neglected bungalow,
The pale moonlight,
came through the cracked windows,
And it glittered the balustrade,
Still hanging from the stair rails,
I looked around,
But all I could find,
Was the trace of her beautiful signs,
Looming on every corner,
Making her alive,
Like some time immemorial divine.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Nicely written and what gorgeous photo that is.
Thank you so much. Appreciate your comment 🙏
Your very welcome Shantanu 😉
Magical words. Beautiful feel:)
Thanks for your comment 🙏
Yes,gorgeous image
..and you are always welcome Sha:)
Beautiful 💛
Thank you so much 🙏
Welcome 😊
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This is beautiful and it brings back memories of ‘Om Shanti Om’. 😄
Wow. Thanks for your lovely comment. 🌸🌸
You’re utmost welcome, my friend! 😄
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