A house is new <br />After many many years of moving in <br />Until, one fine morning <br />You add a fresh mourning <br />Or at least a bucket of sorrow <br />Carried over from tomorrow. <br />A house requires you <br />To feel its walls like your beloved’s cheeks <br />When you haven’t spoken for weeks <br />Or search from room to room <br />Your Love's lost bloom <br />When you no longer borrow <br />Your neighbour’s grief <br />But proudly own <br />Your private pain. <br />You need no longer unfold <br />Cartons from your past <br />Your house is old at last.<br /><br />Mandira Mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-house-old-house/
