The House

The House The house is much the same Years after I saw it again The mango tree is still there The jasmine and hibiscus plants Standing in courtyard. The sofa, the cot and the old chairs Rekindled my childhood memories. So many years have gone by Like us The sofa and cots Have grown older. Need they require dusting Or new paints I do not know But they are full of life As they bear the smell and touch Of my beautiful days. After some days The house may come down To give shape to a new building The old cots and chairs will go To make room for new furniture But the house will remain the same Always, in my memory lane.