In The Shadow Of Despair Poem by Allahrazi Rajput

In the house, where sadness holds its sway,
Memories linger, etched in gray,
The cleaner's number, lost in time's abyss,
A symbol of neglect, a haunting miss.

The silence echoes through the vacant halls,
Amplifying sorrow's mournful calls,
Each creaking floorboard, a whispered sigh,
Of joy departed, beneath the sky.

The dust motes dance in sunbeams' glow,
As if to mock the emptiness below,
The furniture stands still, in frozen pose,
As if awaiting occupants it knows.

But no one comes, to fill the vacant space,
No laughter rings, in this mournful place,
Only the ghosts of memories reside,
In this house where sadness cannot hide.

The cleaner's number, lost and out of reach,
A metaphor for hope beyond our reach,
As if the very act of cleaning,
Could erase the pain, and bring new meaning.

But the sadness clings, like a shroud so tight,
In this house where darkness holds its might,
And until the memories are laid to rest,
The sadness will remain, a haunting guest.

AllahRazi rajput