A take on
lament.
These
are the age old
flats ,
That housed
many families ,
Many children reared
and schooled.
Age has its toll on
crumbling walls
Roofs; the panicky
owners
handed over
The once majestic
mansion to builders.
Its rebirth
is in process and
progress.
During
my visits to this place of
Wonderful memory and enchantment ,
Life
undergoes many stages of
pain
And pathos
and canonisation of your
Suffering, the only way to suffer and
act
Without demur.
These are the days of
Irretrievable sin
and unconfessional setting.
These puddles,
pools in rainy days
The pits which we have carefully avoided
The water
logging in front of our houses,
The swamps of mosquitoes that breed
Like unchecked avarice and notoriety.
These are unsavoury recollections t that
Sail in your
hearts and stay like sediments.
Yet, these poems of paper boats
Thrill and
delight your sail of days .
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