The Treasury of Memories by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

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My House is Not a Home

 

My home is now a lonely place filled with pain

A grieving soul lives here with nothing to gain

He’s surrounded by darkness overwhelmed

with shame

He is living a solitary life with no one to blame

 

Here is a place I have been living after my loss

It is a place that holds only shattered dreams

It’s a place filled with sorrow with no end in

sight

I live here each day and try to sleep every

night

 

This is a place so cold and lonely

This is a place I now store my wishes sadly

This is a place without much hope now

It is a place where my soul lives alone now

 

This is a life that should never have been

This is a place where it should not be seen

It is hard to bear one more such sad day

It’s hard to live with such heartache and

dismay

 

This is a person with so much pain inside

Feeling of loneliness and no one to be by his

side

When the tears stop then he can see clearly

His question now will be ‘Do people know me?’

 

This is a man who has lost his valued treasure

This is a person who is searching for his lost

pleasure

This is the lover who has lost his sweetest life

This is that husband who mourns for his wife.

 

His wife is gone forever and he laments daily

His pains and sorrows keep escalating daily

His lives in a house that is not home any more 

The pretty lotus, his wife lives off the shore.