These rooms shouldn’t be found empty,
It was full of numerous happy soul.
Suddenly there is this search for finding
Something that went missing completely as a whole.

The attics are closed wide shut
From the shunt doors bolted so strong.
‘Amazingly!’ keys for opening the locks to these doors
All happen to be so perfectly wrong.

Everything is amiss now;
Hiding away gathering some much needed dust!
Accessing into these rooms for clearing the mess
Is as impossible as to rely on some unknown trust.

It may be deliberately wrong…
In forcefully entering into these empty space.
Still there is nothing that lacks
When the weird feeling inside betrays the hurrying pace.

There will never be an end
Just a new pretentious beginning.
The vacant situation that arose
From now on, “may seldom be happening!”