My Ancestral House
My remote ancestral house I left a long time ago,
keeps on flashing with longing on my memory canvas.
So, one summer on the faded trail of beckoning nostalgia
I trace the track of time to reach the decayed past.
The picturesque porch is now enmeshed by wild ferns,
I walk through slithering creepers to the unbolted door,
enter the dark dusty room abandoned for ages,
but still holding the wooden staircase in its place.
I climb up the creaking stairs to the master bedroom,
pierced by streaks of sun beam through the cleaved roof.
On the defaced wall hangs a framed photo of my father
with the last rosette my mother placed on his birthday.
I open the half-hinged window on the bushy backyard,
once a garden vibrant with spectrum of exotic flowers,
their colors, buried now under the debris of fallen leaves,
return with the melody of my youth, the breeze whispers.
July 16, 2020
Contest : Decaying House
Sponsor : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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