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The Abandoned House

Hashtag Kalakar
Oct 17, 2022
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By Siddhi Kalyankar



Abandoned on the hills so cold

Hurt and lonely but no one to hold

As dark as a black night

But broken doors with no light





On plie of rusted frames

Lie the broken pieces of the same

Lost voice of still-sealed clock

Dusty with no one to talk


Fields look barren and old

With no stories to be told



By Siddhi Kalyankar




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