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| Snigdha Agrawal |
The streets crumble like biscuits
Softly underfoot
Echoing the weight of forgotten steps
Where dreams once spun lace curtains
Now shrouded in mysterious silence
A ghost town haze clings to the bones
of buildings, stooped in muted rows
Facades fading with horrendous grins,
like diseased skin
lying below the epidermis
Lamp posts lean with rusted regret
Shadows fall longer each fading day
Weeds push up and die,
from cracked asphalt veins
Where life no longer dares to stay
Here memories abound of
childhood aborted
adulthood forced
soldiers trampling
on innocence's soft warp
leaving behind carcasses
smelling of rot
Yet here they remain
Ghostly figures that breathe
Their pulse faint
In tune with the city's choked sighs
Holding on to these crumbling walls,
refusing to watch them die alone
Bio: Snigdha Agrawal is Bengali born, raised and educated in a cosmopolitan environment, with exposure to the Eastern and Western cultures, imbibing the best of both worlds. With more than two decades of experience working in the corporate sector, her outlook on life is balanced, as reflected in her writings. A versatile writer, she writes all genres of poetry, prose, short stories, travelogues, and hotel/restaurant reviews on TripAdvisor. Her writings are regularly featured in online journals published in India and overseas. A published author of four books, the latest titled TRAIL MIX, is a book of short stories for all mindsets.
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