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Old Country House


I think of my old country house.

The house that sheltered my childhood-

The house I was born in.

I think of its walls-

That once helped me learn how to walk.

They are now weary, and

wounded, as

the dry scabs of paint fall.


I think of my old country house


It stands in silence.

I think of its doors-

That once opened the way

for a new world to me.

Shut tight.

They are now tired of waiting.


I think of my old country house.

The one I promised, that I’ll return one day

But perhaps-

I’ve forgotten the way.


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Babita Kaushal
Babita Kaushal
01 sept 2021

How Wonderful!!! 🤩

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I'm a dreamer, scribbler, research scholar, and travel junkie from the land of five rivers, Punjab (India). 

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