The House Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

This is the house,
Once my beloved friend lived here,
He is no more today,
Standing in front of it,
I remember many important
Incidents of his life with me,
It's hard to believe
He is no more,
As I enter the house,
I recall him more and more,
I roam all the rooms of the great house
In a sad and pensive mood,
Suddenly I watch a bright picture
Of my dearest pal on the wall of a room,
As I see the beautiful picture minutely,
I feel he seems to console me with his smiling face,
"Don't worry, dear friend!
I will live in my house with
My joyous and pleasant stature forever."