The Unvisited House

By Dr. Sudhansu Dash

I know the secrets now
That has the youngs
It tells me what I dared not to think
When my blood was strong
It had drowned a lover once.
Now sounds like an old song.
I managed to tolerate the solitude
None is alive today
To listen the stories that I know
Words were but the wasted breaths
One word  only she had  was dear to me
"The next winter would be death"
The sight of the incompanionable ghost
Wild with divinity had lit up the whole room
The heart grew brutal from the fire
More a substance in the enmity
Than in the love
Of making an unvisited house.

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