The old House
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house

Whenever , I go through the lane ,
the house , standing still tells-
me , my memories and sings those songs .

The first , playtime is done in there ,
round and round , I roamed around the rooms -
I forgout how do I play at that time ?

The first haunted dream was seen in there ,
I remember my dream , about the ghosts.
But I forget the essence of those .

The first ,words , I told in there ,
It is the place , where I first walk and everyone smiles .
I know the smily faces , but how I forget the house !