That hamlet where mum’s lineage dwells,
Ancestral ruins, where silence swells.
Foundation stumps, a faint design,
A phenomenon strange, yet mine.
History breathes in broken stone,
Family lore in whispers grown.
Sights and sounds, scents of old,
Stories in the ruins unfold.
But in this decay, a shadow’s cast,
A reminder of life that cannot last.
Bulldozed, ground, swept away,
Mortality’s echo, can’t win the day.
So for now all I could do is roam
away from where I could not go home.
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Very true I caan’t live anywhere else than this house I am living in it is my roots
Bravo!!!!