A Deserted House
Come anyone of you all
And unlock my long-locked door
But listen do not make a call
For its echo scares me more.
Alone I am since my owner's death
A good and very kind personage
Alone I hear his serious breath
And he wanted to read life's every page.
Once happiness and family he had.
His passionate and loving wife
And his two-year mischievous lad
Died untimely and deserted his life.
He mourned, sobbed and cursed his lot.
I saw his tears and listened his mourning.
With his elegiac notes my heart is fraught
As he hanged himself for new beginning.
Let my door to be opened forever
Let the wind blow away dead plaintive tones
Let not me be alone to shiver
So that the tones can never tremble my bones.
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