The Unvisited House

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I know the secrets now

That has the youngs

It tells me what I dared not to think

When my blood was strong

It had drowned a lover once.

Now sounds like an old song.

I managed to tolerate the solitude

None is alive today

To listen the stories that I know

Words were but the wasted breaths

One word  only she had  was dear to me

“The next winter would be death”

The sight of the incompanionable ghost

Wild with divinity had lit up the whole room

The heart grew brutal from the fire

More a substance in the enmity

Than in the love

Of making an unvisited house.