that part of my home that is closed and no more in use since thirty years
that is no more in use
from where people have
left thirty years ago
the lights were turned off
since then lights didn't light
the cupboards in kitchen
remain open and no pots
the cooking stove is big
that soot black remains
telling stories ages back
the sitting places where
my forefathers sat
as if remain frozen in time
what might have been conversations
the feeble candles, lanterns would have lit
and evening family talks lie some where
children would have played there
my father would be a child somewhere
these houses would not have been around
life simple and clothes of plain cloth
the past calling from there to the
fast running present here.....
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2025-03-26 at 16:22
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that part of home
that part of my homethat is no more in use
from where people have
left thirty years ago
the lights were turned off
since then lights didn't light
the cupboards in kitchen
remain open and no pots
the cooking stove is big
that soot black remains
telling stories ages back
the sitting places where
my forefathers sat
as if remain frozen in time
what might have been conversations
the feeble candles, lanterns would have lit
and evening family talks lie some where
children would have played there
my father would be a child somewhere
these houses would not have been around
life simple and clothes of plain cloth
the past calling from there to the
fast running present here.....
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
Read 27 times
Written on 2025-03-26 at 16:22
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