When the house is a stranger

The doors are unwilling to allow a visitor

Windows speak of woes; that frosty feeling all over

It does not keep away trespassers

Foul intentions to peek and invade

Ransack like maniacs, the strangers within are aloof

Walls shudder and the rooms feel violated

Strangers meet strangers, ready for a tussle

Emotions have already been plundered

Now profanities do not have any effect 

The putrid smell of stagnated time

No stranger to profaned entries of brigands

Unwilling doors are shattered, windows humiliated

The last defense has been breached

Strange house witnesses some strangers


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