Dilapidated House Poem by Gautam Sen

Parasites overcast all
glorified age-old prides
with its scattered bushy growth;
bricks spread its time-stained teeth
hard to hide all glamour -
its golden heritage.

The gone by memories
of long back regency
about the huge palace
with its legendary
status still enraptures,
behaves like time machine.

How wheels turn to topple,
high tides alter to ebb –
impossible to dream;
but riches wilt sometimes,
everything faint and fade.