The
House We Lived
in
House we
lived in was a
hundred year
old , structured
in
traditional, ancient style,
pillared in
the spacious hall
of
sturdy beams: sturdy
stalks
of
wooden beams across
supporting
inmates for more
than hundred years. Pillars
with ornamental paintings
delving into
history.Oft,
heard
grandparents narrating
in earnest,
how they carried
brick by brick mixed with
lime and jaggery
to fortify
structure and until demolition
it
became very difficult .
No horse,
but cows and cats
I have
even heard birth pangs
Of cow
yielding calf Even
Special provisions for birds
to
Build
nests and chirp and
stay
Undisturbed.
Only winds can undo.
All are
blessed souls, thank God
Gone away
before the dreadful
Era began. I
can still smell
The aura of
puddings and
Sweets
flavored with ghee
Hung in a corner of
kitchen
In vessels
hung from above.
The way we
used to live
Generations
came and gone
Until the wretched
hand s
Of builders began demolition.
Our
House lives ever in memory.
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