The house looks rustic

Standing all alone

In the midst of the meadows

It does not have a name

It does not need to

The walls need repair

As if the whole house is in despair

Once the verandah that witnessed life

Stands lifeless with its silent corners

I urge everyone

Let us repaint, reset & redo

But mocking me is all they do

Greed overpowers wisdom

They build a  complicated system

And prepare a well-planned coffin

A white plate with “SALE” on it

Now hangs on the front wall

None has time to listen

To stories or wishes

How do I tell them

It is my native house

In its emptiness,

It still houses my childhood’s earthy smell

P.S.

1. This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
2. April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
3. To read all the posts of A2Z, click on the letters below

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Love,
Chinmayee