Should I write?
How mesirably I failed
To upkeep the flags;

The alcoves of my deserted heart
Used to unfurl in pride;

Or smile from the corner of my eye
And let you recreate in the labyrinths
Of my shabby garden of dreams,
The gates of which are ajar!

Despite being the custodian
I no longer find my limbs follow my wish
To peep in at least once
And feel how silently crevices sob
And debris mourn!

My awakedness is my fear
Lights choke and the greens blind my day
Darkness- a solace but the dreams
Haunt like the ghosts of the old burnt down home!

Graveyard-an eternal solace
My dream and my identity!