Returning to the four walls,Where shadows and silence fallI sit and think,"Why does everything here sink so deep?" Life led in a house, But never in a home, Life led in sorrows, And never in tomorrows. I see them around me, But they don’t connect with me. The hands are cold now, In a past that's grown old now, Life led in a house, But never in a home, Life led in agony, But not in ecstasy. The heart stays motionless, Feelings remain emotionless, The walls start to crack, As the soul begins to slack. Life led in a house, But never a home, Life led in misery, But not in merry. - Ankita Ghosh
