That house is so lonesome, no one cares, <br />Filled with dust and webs, <br />It's alive, with its windows it stares, <br />Vexedly to which my joy ebbs. <br />It has got something evil and mystic, <br />I wanna know what's behind the doors! <br />Someone in the haunted house roars. <br />As if he wants something from past, <br />May be the felicity which he lost at last, <br />To which I feel myself so aghast, <br />Hoping all to be right that dark night, <br />I closed my window ignoring that house, <br />Because that house is a haunted house.<br /><br />Manish Panda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-haunted-house-12/
