The Abandoned House

By Siddhi Kalyankar

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