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
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 