No house is here,
No man is there
In that house
If you termed it
As a house.
Land is no more there,
No more- the sky,
The air and the water
All are polluted,
Light is but mystic.
I have no word
To express my feeling,
Words are also not so
Pure to write a poem sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, I enjoyed it..House is not the building of sand and bricks it is made by humans that live in it..10