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Saturday, March 01, 2014

The Mansion

A light exists in a building
Some presently residing
 
The few years gone
The birds are gone
A color is washing away
One day will give away
The wall is crumbling
  
None is maintaining
 
She waits upon the lawn;
 
He shows the dawn
Upon the furthest slope
We know there is hope
 
He went in the mansion
 
Fruits are in the season
 
Family is in the session
 
They have a reason
 
The report is out
No one has doubt
 
Repair will be done
Pair lives with the son

1 comment:

Jack G said...

Dear Gajendra,
I have read many of your posts and I believe you are a wonderful poet with weighty,meaningful and relevant thoughts expressed beautifully and succinctly.