What if my roof leaks and floor is cracked.
What if I still hear music when water dripped
The dust which adds a golden glow to chairs
The creepers sneaking in adds colour to stairs
Squawking  birds tells a tale with their chatters
Lazy lizards too, add company in lonely matters

What if my house is in tatters and broken
What if I still love what’s yet not stolen
The moonlight streaming through the chinks
The rain which drips between cloud glimpse
The sun streaming to warm the memories
Broken locks still guard the faded pictures.

What if ragged and stained cover still comforts.
What if I still love what’s written in the old pages which are yellowed

 

Namrata

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