New House..

It’s a new house I have moved into.
The walls stare at me without a blink of an eye.
they don't talk to me. No, not yet.
Every so often, whisper a timid echo of doubt.
I see some shadows of countless figures on it,
dance one end to another, bottom to top and top to bottom.

It’s a new house I have moved into.
Spacious, and so is the living room,
occupied with grand portraits,danglers,chandeliers 
and solid wooden furniture.
Amongst all, the creepy emptiness comes out on four legs
from the four corners of the room.
On the balcony, I can see 
the elegant lonely moon,
sitting nonchalantly 
at the cradle of banyan tree.

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