ONCE A SWEET HOME

                   Up in the  foothills of the Himalayas,  
          Nestled in the lap of a woodland,
        Stands out a lone, abandoned  house, 
        Once the home of a happy household.

        Though now deserted, its elegance  says,
         It was built with the utmost care,
         Sure proof of it standing  straight,
         Braving decades of callous neglect.

           Wearing out each passing season,
           It still holds the sweet memories, 
           Of the halcyon days of  happiness,
          Enjoyed in the good old days

          All through the years of its close bond,  
          It must have witnessed  many an event,
          Joyous moments of births and weddings,
           As also the gloom of painful partings.

          This spacious courtyard must have held,
          Family gatherings on many occasions,
          Celebrating festivals with traditional zeal,
          And bringing the place alive with cheer. 

          It must have watched the family kids, 
          Growing into ambitious young men,
           Bidding goodbye to it for good,
          And make their way to greener pastures. 

          Though seemingly mute and insensate,
          This rickety house is keen to narrate,
         The long and short of the whole story,
         Preserved in it through varied seasons.

        If you have leisure and a little patience,
          Stop here, please,  and  lend your ears,
          To the story, it is waiting to share,
            Before you leave it to its fate again. 






PHOTO CREDIT --
eUttaranchal.com.
   Neha Bora