Whose House Is It?

Whose house is it? I ask.
Are you deserted like the summer afternoon?
With memories of children playing
And murdered relations.

Did you play with the dawn and dusk?
Of thousand splendid suns
And sordid affairs.
Have you plied through edges of history?
Alone and forlorn
A mistress sang in your courtyard
and the rioters booked the coffin guards

Whose house is it? I ask
Are you the ones who plague my dream?
Alone, tranquil and bereft
An undeciphered language you speak.
Streaming of deadly laughters and silent sorrows
Are you the one for me?

Whose house is it?

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