A DERELICT VILLA

Villa it was!

But now “a derelict one”.

The cobwebs have burnt the fireplace

where once we all had our place to rest.

The taste of a plum-cake,

The stuffiness of the kitchen place.

Vessels all broken and abandoned

To left for the rats to rest on.

Here, is where the soul pants

for the long- long spans of

summers, autumns and springs we had.

The mourning of the running old waterfall

Is all we can hear now; where the chatter- batter

Of the kids used to put the house on alert.

Villa it was, villa it was

What a villa it was!

It seems like a crematorium of

Memories to cherish upon,

The hay days of our life are gone.

Reminiscent of innocence,

Now- a- haunted house,

To taunt our lovely past.

Then came the fiery night,

bombed with an explosion,

robbed off the glory of the villa.

Villa it is, villa it is now,

“a derelict villa”!