The Haunted House - Poem by Manish Panda
That house is so lonesome, no one cares,
Filled with dust and webs,
It's alive, with its windows it stares,
Vexedly to which my joy ebbs.
It has got something evil and mystic,
I wanna know what's behind the doors!
Someone in the haunted house roars.
As if he wants something from past,
May be the felicity which he lost at last,
To which I feel myself so aghast,
Hoping all to be right that dark night,
I closed my window ignoring that house,
Because that house is a haunted house.
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