The House On Fire

Written by: Akash Yadav

It has been standing here forlorn:
Now a burning house on fire;
None’s here to rush or shout for help:
There’s None for it a crier…

A gloomy place this has been
For past a year and score;
I’ve known this place since kidship days:
It never felt so sore.

What else can I but do,
Than watch and not respond—
I feel the attachment weighing me down
Now while I slouch in despond…

(Quick! Fetch some water—do someone—
I shall be its Crier—
But it burns with much vigor—
Flames are rising up higher)

It’s always stood separate from all,
In a state of mortal plight;
I never, ever before, saw it
Glowing thus, so bright..

…So, here I see a picture of 
How my thoughts could Clash,
And witness in silence now,
It’s disbanding to Ash…