In an old city
The new takes over
As glass towers
Are built
To impress
Quietly
The old persists
Self-assured
In its simple majesty
Knowing that
It feeds
The very breath
And will
As long as
Its not killed
And then
When it is,
It'll still give
Becoming the beam
Of the new
Building or
A door
When those who
Built to grow
Are no more.
Posted by Jyoti on Feb 9, 2016
On Feb 9, 2016 Neeti S W wrote:
Post Your Reply