i look at the house i was born in, although no one of my own lives there anymore .Generations have changed.


just the house is enough for me

i stand looking at you
as the shadows
lengthen of evening sun
thy bricks tell me my
old tale when i was a child
i played around you
hugging you like my friend
i remember thy scent of
brick dust and wood
i have done my home work
in thine corners and window
spaces ,i remember
those walls of my room
lit with candle light
in wintry nights
when my dads radio was on
outside it was windy
and it snowed
my brother and me
who is no more
would write with pencils
in our golden paper notebooks
i love you house of mine
even let you be empty
now the people therein
dont know me anymore......



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 97 times
Written on 2023-04-22 at 14:47

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text