Inside the locked doorA Poem by Arundass TPRusty and dusty
When the old transforms older
Older transforms to oldest The brightest moon seems dusty The brightest and strongest metal seems rusty. Call it's rusty, it's muddy It's matured but never clear and virgin Vulture's are waiting ringing the bell To see the oldest, to welcome maturity. Hyaena's follows vulture's Maggots, flies and flees follow hyaenas The oldest sit's indoor, cultivated Locking the door intact. Vultures have brilliant eyes Matured more than the rusty beam Burn's the door into ashes Wishes the oldest good luck. © 2023 Arundass TPReviews
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Added on November 21, 2023Last Updated on November 21, 2023 Tags: Psychology, mystery, life AuthorArundass TPThalassery, Kerala, IndiaAboutI am mad enough to write With a pen half filled ink On a torned paper I got Leaving others mad to read Inside the fantasies where I live. more..Writing
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