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The Musings of a Rickety Bench

After living through the centuries,

I just reminisced the days traveled,

The incidents that I witnessed

All from this park.

I saw infants gazing around

From the secure arms of their parents

I saw kids enjoying life to fullest,

Jumping around like a beautiful tempest.

The teenagers had their share of fun

Enjoying and spreading a cheer.

The lovebirds didn’t shy away

From holding hands and sharing hearts.

Some came lost in their thoughts,

Some shared a shoulder with spouse,

Some bid a teary goodbye,

And I was drenched in emotions

Many relations were made,

Many broke too.

New businesses were signed

And deals were fixed.

I withstood plenty wars,

And truce too.

I saw many leaders in my way

Who, went on to create history.

The tsunamis and hurricanes

Couldn’t shake me a bit.

I survived the quakes and flood

Like a brave warrior.

How I wish a writer loved me,

And gets ready to pen about me,

A book that could be titled,

“The Musings of a Rickety Bench”.

Kirti V

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