Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Moaning alone


Adhering reminiscence
Of that creaky house
To the walls
Slowly and slowly
Being ruined
Once was a home
Smiling and laughing where
Many lives
Generations after generations
Red pink
Specks on walls
Remindes festival of colours
Where echoed
Children gigling
Sadness and
Tears of many
Also
Filled with emptiness
Colourless
Today
Moaning alone

Rekha joshi

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