An Old Home We Once Knew.

A house on the hill,

painted memories with dust,

Whispers of joy and sorrow linger in old walls

The wind carries laughter

Once bright, now faded,

Eyes search the horizon for a face lost to time

Sunlight dances through cracked windows;

Raindrops tap a rhythm on the roof, echoing forgotten tunes

In the garden, flowers bloom with colors

Not like it used to; fulgently

And photographs lie scattered,

Of smiles and tears intertwined

Shadows lengthen as night falls,

Cradling dreams unfulfilled

Footsteps imprint pathways of yearning on worn foots,

Morning arrives with hope anew amidst lingering ache

In the quiet corners of my mind,

Where memories whisper all the time,

There lies a tapestry woven with joy and grief.

~ Oishee Mondal (Bonnie)