A ROUND HOUSE, A ROUND VERANDAH


 A lot of work to be done for sure.

To make this again strong and pure.

A quote of paint to cover its decay.

Iron railings to keep monsters at bay.


But still I know this is worth it.

Every dream, every penny, every bit.

This old soul, just outside the woods.

Where shadows converge and the waning day broods.


Away from the din, far from the bustle.

Cosy and serene from the hiss and the hustle.

To look at dusk from the windows old.

To sip tea at the round verandah is just pure gold.


I got it at a very modest price.

A house abandoned with no proven ties.

With the next house almost half a mile apart.

This place is not for the faint of heart.


This place has a sinister history and a foreboding mystery.

Rain soaked chapters of violence and gore.

Starting secrets at its resilient core.


A round fortified castle I will make.

It will be worth whatever it does take.

A round house, round verandah, rain and cold.

With secrets and shadows, fearsome and bold.

@Er.Aadil Jahangir

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