REALITY OF LIFE
REALITY OF LIFE
Once a skyscraper
Is standing as a shamble now
No merry sounds
No noise of chit-chats
No whispering sound
Only drastic silence prevails
Fully flourished tree
Is standing as stump now
Now kids don't come here for swings
No birds come chirping here
No travellers take rest here
A boredom of loneliness surrounds
I am not alone
While departing from here
In eve of life
I am accompanied
By truth of life
This ruin
This stump
And fearful silence
And boredom of solitude
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