A Neglected House

Amongst the many masterpieces of neglect known.. Stood the hollow house of stone That homed the pains & stains of degeneration.. Murmuring the mystery of a bygone generation! Now light hesitates to penetrate inside.. But this was the place that lighted worldwide With the glowing gems of creative ink... When the world of emotions was about to sink! They say a poet lived in this place... Searching for words or,rather,solace... With the self-imposed task of writing for the world.. Immune to the anguish of abuses hurled! The melancholic hall still holds the smell Of his archaic ink that volunteered to tell Sorrowful stories....unread,unseen: Fresh like the glaze of foliage green! This house defies history & stands... Like a daring artefact built in sands... That beckons the sea innocently... Beware that the waves will efface it wholly! This neglected art of ruins & rupture... Still stands like an imposing structure... Reminding the anecdotes of a forgotten poet.... Whose eyes had hope but words were wet!