Decaying House
We had searched for empty houses to play
Haunted, not a soul in them would stay.
At far end of the village we had found one
From afar it looked mighty but undone.
Its tiled roof was broken in many a place
As nature elements weakened its timber base.
All rooms adjoined to the spiral staircase
Its grandeur once had spread far apace.
We loved to play hide and seek in there
I hid in the attic as no one came to snare.
The porch wall still had a carved rosette
In its wet groves dark moss had got set.
Ferns randomly had spiked out of creeks
We jumped high to get its bunch tweaks.
Garden in front of house lay in high weeds
once it surely had flowered many a seeds.
The majestic front door smitten with algae
Told stories in whispers as wind blew in alley.
The forlorn villa still haunts my memory
My childhood yet enconsed in its reverie.
20.7.2020
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