It was cool, calm and drizzling

It was cool, calm and drizzling
I sat in a place where
Once an old tree stood with glory
With which our mason measured
The now called “foreign languages complex”

They called her old, and weak then
They dragged her to ground and broke
It was cool, calm and drizzling
But I no more feel it same.
Those birds left the place, so the old one
With no peace.

I was forced to stand and stare.
Not the one like Frost to share
But to tell things that not so fair
To the passers who least care.

I miss you old lady

With love
Your son.

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About SANKAR O

Learning to write, writing to learn.. When all is done, will unlearn things to get myself amused.. View all posts by SANKAR O

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