This is a poem I once wrote for an English assignment back in my IX Standard. Some of you have read it, but I shall post it here.
A poor old house
That I came across
Was standing there
Near a forest
Pleading me to buy her.
Her windows were staring at me,
Like she knew I was considering
Whether buy her or not.
Indeed I was—
I debated over it for some time:
I thought and thought and thought.
Finally, I made up my mind—
I would not buy this house;
It was too huge for me.
I had another small one anyway.
And I went away, satisfied.
The following is the same poem from a different perspective. Please click on the link below: