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Old and Abandoned

Old and Abandoned

#I still exist

I still exist, Your old crumbling Manor

Abandoned and thrown for new luxuries

Once a meadow-covered, now a dilapidated, waiting for your answer

Why you made my soul dead? Perhaps, it wouldn’t have recoveries.

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I just craved to see my grandkids playing and fulfilling their dreams

But, Alas! you abandoned and thrown me away only to lament

As I became old? Strains you gave, make soundless screams

I broke and became depressed and emotionally-vacant.

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Yet, I still exist, stand deserted immobile, nights and days

The mist of memories still echo in my walls

And, I stand in a calm and composed way

But every corner moan, when images of soft flowers I recall.

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I still exist, my sad old windows only hope for your call

 To see the rays of sunshine,

Just before the curtain fall.

 I only wish to embrace my family’s warmth, Oh divine!

Pooja Mandla

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Written by Pooja Mandla

An educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She likes to enjoy little things in life, not waiting for the bigger ones to come her way.  She had done her graduation in the medical stream but often was lost in the literal beauty of words. So after graduation, she studied literature and did her MPhil in English. She believes that the secret ingredient for spreading happiness is writing. So, whenever her energetic kids permit, she expresses her thoughts in words. Writing keeps her going and has given a new shape to her life.

 

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