An old mansion

High roofs, distempered walls Old memories ,where the childhood falls Birthdays, parties all together Rooms  with families like a  cluster Silent breezes, a huge tree Watching the rains from the balcony.  A magnificent hall where the musketeers played Night and day where once all prayed. Munching on those  grilled sandwiches. Happier times with  fewer glitches. Ancient bricks cemented together. A home it was a home forever.  It maybe old  fashioned in every  bit The innocent heart will always love it. Though those days are shut in a diary. Sounds of which still play in the memory. New Rooms new blessings will now be made. But the memory of my old mansion will never fade.