If I perches your words
at the middle of the alignment,
on a white blank paper
It looks like a fine Jar,
with full of fresh water
If I drink some water from it,
on a thirsty summer day
I feel cool and ***
And I can imagine a dream
And after the dream,
I see rest of the water has flew away
It has become an empty Jar
And water never comes into it
So I am dreaming on the next sight.

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

No more light through the window doth glow
No more wisteria vines to climb and grow
Grandparents long since dead
The home remained abandoned wondering what lied ahead.
***** never more to play
Piano keys crushed by cruel hands that day
Torn, broken, and abused
Deceived, tricked, and misused.
Farewell to the best home with rosy hue
Farewell to the light shining through
You were torn apart never to be mended
Life's joy inside your walls all to soon had ended.
We remember you with smiles through our tears
For we miss seeing the home we saw for many years
As long as I can remember and before
You were always there with old cherished door.
Though still gone, you're preserved inside our heart
The best keepsake box that will never break or fall apart
And while I miss you especially on days like today
Forever in my poetry you will safely stay!
Although I never once lived inside those priceless walls
My heart to you calls
And as fresh as the morning is new
Is my poetry and love for you.

*~Marian~