The Magnificent Ruins
Aged by the weather,weathered by the time.
Broken by the memory,
Trodden by the stares.
Not fallen it stands,
boundary of broken walls
signatures of existence,
Not dust, it is a ruin.
Some pieces refuse to move,
the moist plaster,
or no place to go,
or stubborness of fractured will.
No phoenixian attempts,
not yet been brunt,
No place in history,
forgotten but visible.
Some pieces defy themseleves
hanging in mid air,
bound by the pride...
a ruin...
but still a magnificent one.
posted by Abhishek @ 5:53 PM
1 Comments:
I am inspired :
Would like to add this way -
Age is their experience,
weather is their attire,
They shine in memories,
Embellished by stares.
As patient as time,
waiting to fall,
to fall in love with time,
who leaves them untouched.
Admired but not loved,
They know their destiny,
To carry a broken heart,
And carry it with Pride.
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