An Abandoned Abode

By Prarthana Sheopuri

Warm sunrays receive a cold welcome,

Rain droplets find no resistance.

Cool winds are treated to a frigid exterior.

The high-rise has a sole expression quite like the lone occupant- still air.

Its ghoulish appearance keeps the living at bay.

At night, a guardian lies on his charpoy, accompanied by strays.

I wake to this sight and wonder what it could have been.

A resting place for sleepy heads, a refuge for the weak and the weary.

Adults, a few with their animal companions, out for daily walks,

Ripples in the pool, footfall in the gym, old bones on benches.

Envious, dog-tired house helps comparing notes.

Staff working in houses they dare not dream of.

Switch to reality, dreams have found a resting place in its floors.

Sweat and tears buried and forgotten indoors.

An eye sore for some, tear drops for others.

Crushed dreams in the form of Abandoned homes.

By Prarthana Sheopuri