That little house
Was it always empty, unoccupied?
the broken walls un-mended
trees outgrowing walls and seeping inside,
like a no man’s land
How the thunder and fierce rains fell its sheds and
the dripping water collected in left-out corners
and self-made pits
At the sun’s rising, the cows approaching
and waiting to feed on stale breads
.
Was this little house always empty, unoccupied?
Or were there happy, smiling men with neck-long hair
Women with headscarves, tired from the day but not life
Who rose before the sun to hide the day’s start-offs
and then picked up designated responsibilities
the girls fetching water and mothers cleaning and cooking
the men off to the farms, and then
all of them together at daytime for a hearty meal
and a relaxing noon-sleep!
.
Was that little house always empty, unoccupied?
or were there women who smiled at every passer-by
with curious eyes, to know their story
and mingle with creatures just like them
to share laughter and shed worries
and maybe not empty the house and leave unanswered queries
.
Was that little house always empty, unoccupied?
or was it full of untold stories?
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