Saturday, 26 May 2007


Am I glad that you still stand tall?
Or saddened to see you decrepit like
My grandfather.
Who owns you now?
Who rents your dusty spaces?
I hope you are still peopled.
Would it be better if you came down?
Would my family survive it?
How would I remember home?
Don't haunt me now.
I can see you peeping like
You overlook my new place too.

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