Yet It Returned

My old house stood
By a marsh
Surrounded by the bushes,
Covered with grasses and rushes.
Thrown over it
Garbage and faeces
Sometimes death rodents.
Disgustful! Its dwellers often came up
On the portico of my house,
Intruded inside it.
Yet, pitiable every time
From it heard
The distress call of a frog
Grabbed by the snake.
I filled the marsh with earth,
Cut down the bushes,
Built a new house
In place of the old one.
But true the old folk told
After long it returned to me
Myself felt its dweller
Then, I preferred darkness
I not be seen
And silence
Listening their clatter,
Wishing the bushes
Myself to hide.

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A fabulous poem! My favorite lines: I filled the marsh with earth, Cut down the bushes, Built a new house In place of the old one......Loved reading this poem! Thanks for sharing....10
An interesting tale nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Akham.
Indeed, all will return. Good one, ric
But true the old folk told After long it returned to me, at last truth does approach, thanks for sharing
Dwellers of old house caused fear in outsiders but when you yourself became dweller wearing their shoe, the realization comes that nobody is immune to fear no matter what kind of surrounding are there. Very profound and interesting poem in its expressions. Thank you so much for sharing.
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