This is a Work In Progress Poem and would be completed soon
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Combing through
the rubbles of my hoary house,
I came
across some whispers;
In the
corner near the inglenook I can hear the wild flowers,
The dankness
could be tear drops from my childhood,
The fights
and hollers breaking the silence of the wood;
Mother
whispering!
The New
Year cakes and all those modest food.
I can
feel the waft passing through the once stout door,
Whispering
a ditty from some bygone shore;
Whispering
sunshine, I long for more!
Whispers
all around I long for more!