The House - Sonnet Poem by Poola Bala Venkat

We always saw the house from distance

we never crossed it without assistance

Nobody has ever its door knocked

for it's always with a padlock locked

The iron fence around is rusted

the windows are broken and dusted

The garden is full of weeds over grown

the purple stemmed flowers often groan

The house was a terror

the sight of it brought to mind horror

It looked like an weird child crying

or some secret shadow spying

When I was young it looked paranormal

when I grew out of fears it looked normal