The house was lit with opal lights dazzling chandelier
Luxurious carpets fine dining cutlery
Exquisite golden carved mirrors
Etched window glass tinted with colours
Clinking glasses of champagne
And majestic ball dances
Soft jazz playing in the background
With a tune of melancholy
Everything that seemed perfect and fine
Behind those beautiful smiles
But there was a door hidden in the dark
Lonely with no spark
What was behind that I thought
Tapestry of old tales that was bought
The door creaked as I entered
And the emotions fled to the centre
Hurt anger sobs and insults
Everyone came out one by one
They danced, saw the light
And had a good laugh
Bidding adieu to the house
They all went out of the door
The door too, was lit now
For it was oiled and attended
A gentle breeze caressed the corners
By opening the door no one repented
The songs of melancholy were replaced by those Of Happiness
That smiled from the corner of the eye
