whispers of a passerby


There it stood
Rock Steady
The calmness of an ocean on the exterior
God knows covering what rumble inside
So impersonal looking
yet the most personal space for its inhabitant !
Made of brick or stone or costliest wood
is that of value or the priceless life it shelters ?

Blocks of house in a row as they stand,
acting as milestones of a passing memory ....  

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