An empty house

Door opening with creak sound, 

Everyone says that, 

A beautiful soul here, 

Is long bound. 

The sound which wooden floor makes, 

With every step we take. 

The things written on the walls, 

It wants us to recall, 

The bad things happened here, 

The shouts of innocents,

When we become ignorant. 

The shouts here are still heard, 

In the middle of the night. 

This empty house, 

Always wait for a new life.