An Old House Poem by Y Sunita Devi

An Old House

Rating: 5.0


Scattered are the things,

Of its past inhabitants,

Clubbed with webs and powdered,

With the passing winds and sands.



Mysterious are its gait,

Mysterious its twilight noise,

Walking steps of an old lady,

Is the sound that passed by.



Leaving with the murmuring voice,

Of the winds says,

Come visit me,

I still exist in the unknown world of beings!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Zachary Clark 20 September 2009

Grand poem deserving of a comment from a better poet then I.

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Catrina Heart 09 June 2009

Great poem...well structured and formed...10+++

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