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From blossoming spring to winter fall ,
From morning
walk to evening strolls,
I can say I
have seen them all.
Crawling
over floor to walking spree ,
Standing
straight to bending over knees...
Thatched
roof to pucca ones,
Double
storeyed or with window panes,
Tingling
bells to scooter horns...
Vrooming
bikes or Lancers owned ,
From lonely
afternoons to giggled chatters ,
Shiny plates
or broken platters...
Entwined
hands or turned off heads ,
Rosy pink or
icy reds.
Smokey morns
or lightening showers...
Fruitless
trials or applaused awards...
I can say I
have seen you spring up ,
Like seeds
grow someday to harvestable crop.
With tender
hands you have pulled me with care,
With naughty
legs upon me you have stared...
Never let go
the togetherness we share...
I am your
rusted wrinkled chair.
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DeleteWhat a poem Sushree! "I am your rusted wrinkled chair." So many connections to life :) Liked it.
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