New feeling old flat ( after Guardian)
Old flat, old dwelling, memory
kindles my past, wherein each moment
a poem of enthusiastic aura, image
after image shines through select
coinage leading to a ladder of upfront
storage, a miraculous design.
But now for a change, stained walls,
cleavage cracking skill of mason
who labored for hours and days
his sweat running, carrying home
only pittance and pitiable face to his wife.
Come
back, inner feeling elated;
those
nights spent with carvings
and imaginations delving into papers
each foot step, delicate of a two year
toddler and innocent smile, now
in each corner , not candelabra
but cobwebs clusters of dust
pollution, waiting for a brush
to broom aside. Clean and shiny hall
once again, beckons me into its past.
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