Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Ancestor home

The ancestor home very old one with tiled roof
But precious woods used for its wood works
Old is gold some said but old is also nostalgic
The ancestor home remembers the heritage we proud.

Through the heavy doors and strong windows
They protected themselves from intruders and thieves
Safety and security was their sole criteria and concern
Old ancestor homes are designed in such a way

No modern engineering data and designs adopted
The village carpenter of eminent one's mind
Made a beautiful ancestor home for the entire family
without sufficient windows for circulation of air
Safety, security and secrecy of family the concern

The younger ones suggested a change in modern times
They designed a beautiful concrete home in its place
Enough to ventilation, and lighting arrangements
Liberal were they, donated their maximum of money

The crucial day of demolishing the structure came
The old grandma cried aloud while seeing the scene
She was in a coma for some time owing to the destruction
Of the old structure in which her dreams were shared.

Years passed there came a beautiful concrete structure
With enough space to reside and with spacious hall
But something is missing in my mind while it sees
In my inner mind and spirit there exists the old one
I know change is a natural law and to be accepted.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

Topic of this poem: friendship


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Ancestor home is a nostalgia for old generation and here it changes into a concrete ancestral home in place of old one. But the memory of the old one is still there in my mind.

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  • Gold Star - 14,883 Points Valsa George (6/19/2014 11:12:00 PM)

    Old houses though didn't have enough ventillation were places where joint families thrived in love and harmony... Their hallways and dim lit corridors have a number of stories to tell. They are associated with nostalgic longings! Modern houses have plush facilities.... but something of that old bonding is amiss! But we cannot turn our back against change... A beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Colleen Courtney (6/19/2014 1:04:00 PM)

    Yes, the newer homes of today do not contain that feeling of history or the aura of the generations that have echoed down it's hallways. These beautiful old family homes have stories in their walls and whispers in their woodwork. I love the sense of character and individuality these beautiful old homes have. Your poem is so beautiful but yet so very sad at the same time. All those wonderful memories of a lifetime torn to bits of rubble. Thankfully they can live on through pictures, memories and stories. (Report) Reply

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