gray mansion

a gray dark mansion
standing alone in mist
a desolate vision
slipped out of wist.

standing alone in mist
it rues about forgotten day
slipped out of wist
when it was happy and gay.

it rues about forgotten day
when sun shined birds sang
when it was happy and gay
people danced and sang.

when sun shined birds sang
life was pouring out of it
people danced and sang
as they moved in and round it

life was pouring out of it
back in those sunlit days
people danced and sang
it hears echoes of those days.

Sharmishtha basu
18.10.10