A product of engineering,
A roof for humans,
A shelter - an umbrella of security,
Against unfriendly people and weather,
But is it merely a structure of bricks and mortar?
Housing people of several generations,
Its walls are stained with sentiment,
Its floors with memories, every room etched
A roof for humans,
A shelter - an umbrella of security,
Against unfriendly people and weather,
But is it merely a structure of bricks and mortar?
Housing people of several generations,
Its walls are stained with sentiment,
Its floors with memories, every room etched
With the feelings of its
inhabitants, even visitors,
Perhaps it is something to do with hearts beating for a long time-
They induce life into even lifeless bricks -
Perhaps it is something to do with hearts beating for a long time-
They induce life into even lifeless bricks -
Life of the immortal kind,
Turning the structure into a body,
That lives on for centuries-
An old person perhaps,
That lives on for centuries-
An old person perhaps,
One who even emotes to those who listen,
In a strange, ghost-like way.
Written on 19.6.2016 at 4:30am, at B001, H13, IIT Bombay