Shaken by the earth's quake
Quivered by the mighty wind
Stood there stiff and still
Just half a mile from the windmill
The undaunted house, the tilted house
There once lived in it a rich peasant and his spouse
Abandoned it a year later
But for the house it was not a big matter
Stood there stiff and still
High in that frozen hill
The uninhabited house the tilted house
The tilted house Oh my
To be gazed at it did not feel shy
Just like the leaning tower of Pisa
It was a tilted house on lease
Its high hopes and aspirations not fulfilled
How much has it wondered to make a move
And get flooded with the frozen water so cool.
Overshadowing the great river
Thrice did it quiver
To drink a bit of the blessed water
So it tilted itself towards it half a quarter.
How much has it hoped?
To accommodate at least a couple.
And by the husband to have its floor moped.
To watch his wife without interruption day and night.
Stiff and still it waited there
To be at least once adorned with dazzling light
Stiff and still it waited there without getting that care
How much has it wished
To get straightened from its tilting posture
To get the notice for such a gesture
With such thoughts it saw the days
With such wishes it watched the stars
It saw the oak trees shed its leaves
It watched the oak trees covered with snow.
Stood there stiff and still
Just half a mile from the wind mill.
As a man deprived of his sight wants to explore
As a dumb man wants to roar
Just like an old man wishing to see again his youth
Just like a handicapped person desirous to move on.
As if the tilted house were a poverty stricken
Longing for a radical socio-economic change
Waiting to become the richest man
Longing to become the most famous in this age
Stiff and still there the tilted house
As desperate as a caged hungry tiger waiting to pounce.
