The old house under the Bamboo The monsoon that broke into old house Not only the raindrops that bounced on the floor but also the tears of melancholy that lost in the mud the rice that was just set about Oof ! the fire has been murdered by cruel drops of rain ................ The child who was about to set for dreams brushed into tears of affliction His grandfather diseased with Asthma fainted for the air , his grandmother who hardly stood out of support felt on the floor....... The small canal which passed few yards in front of house raised out of brim ; sinister is the fate of shrubs which were drowned ........ who would hear the cry of those innocent wood planks floating over the waterbed and those fresh paddy shrubs swept away with the water current ................... Now , the storm felt in crescendo , house tiles flew like a dry leaf swinging in the air Oof ! the child in dyspnoea exhausts for help company is his grandfather who loses himself the lamp in woman's grip stiff but fibbed enough for those bamboos struck upon them burying into a single graveyard............. Bipin Adhikari XXMC , Henan China Email : biopion@hotmail.com