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That Being A House.


The feelings get overwhelmed.


That being a house in which I was born

That being a house in which  I cried   first.

That being the house where I was brought up .

That being the house  where I grew.

That being the house where I played

That  being the house where I gave birth to my children

That being the house which was a part of me.

That being the house  where my parents lived and died.

That being the house that brings big housenostalgic memories

That being the house which looked grand and majestic

That being the very  house now looks sad and  waned,

That being the house now has lost its shine.

That being the very  house now it silently weeps ad sobs

That being the house longing for its past glory and last pomp .

as it stands  remote and battered by times and ill luck,

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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