"Gone are the days" by Rusha Chatterjee
"Gone are the days"
Rusha Chatterjee
Gone are the days
when my house felt like home,
now the rooms filled with thousand
memories feels like a cage,
suffocating and cold,
laughs from my childhood
echoes throughout the space
maybe to light a little
spark of hopeless hope.
The mint colour walls
are now pale and grim,
the lack of warmth is
surely from within,
the rose wood furniture
was a beauty to behold,
now with layers of dust
is an absolute eyesore.
The kitchen which
always smelled like heaven,
now occasionally whiffs of burnt
prepackaged Ramen,
the porch with the view of
blooming flowers and…
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