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