The old bungalow

May 20 2008  | Views 796 |  Comments  (35)
An octagonal verandah Wide steps below Polished red oxide floor Shining with a glow   &nbs... Expand

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  poetBittersweet posted 2 mnths ago

Thanks, Uma!



  umaudayshanker posted 2 mnths ago

our soul rest in old bunglow . i agree with your longing thirst .



  poetBittersweet posted 3 mnths ago

So true! Thank you so much for the wonderful comment, Ajit



  ajitnambiar posted 3 mnths ago

as we move froward...............................never turn back ...............yoiu will always find the past beautiful...................



  poetBittersweet posted 3 mnths ago

Thank you so much for the wonderful comment, charuavi. I am so glad it evoked some good memories. Delighted to see you here after a long spell!



  charuavi posted 3 mnths ago

Dear PBS,

This is a beautiful poem with a nostalgia for the old bungalow and a bygone era. You have beautifully evoked the memories of my own home, specially with your mention of 'tiger-paws' table. We too had a lot of carved wooden furniture like that and I know what a pain it was to maintain it.

Sometimes I do feel similar nostalgia for my old home and sometimes, especially when the daily maid bunks, I am thankful for my tiny flat, which is easily maintained.

Lovely poem.

   Charuavi



  poetBittersweet posted 3 mnths ago

Thanks, sophie!



  sophizz posted 3 mnths ago

wow...you took me there
to that old bungalow



  poetBittersweet posted 3 mnths ago

Thanks Vini! I am so glad you liked it!



  Vinitha V posted 3 mnths ago

Etched in my memory
Looming the house stood
Once it was my home
Now it’s on my mind

A nice reflection on how 'homes' are slowly being replaced by apartments, big malls and the likes.  



Vini.





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