Annamalai's Weblog

Alone by the dark corner
I stand, hidden away from all things joyful and gay;
A strange company I do garner
Of despairing souls, withering by the day.

Showy, over-protective wraps, now destined for the scraps;
Soldierly peels and rinds, now stripped and left behind;
Tickets, receipts and bills, now crumpled, devalued and dead-still;
And the unimaginative grey dust and hair, now ensconced in a place where nobody would care.

“Am I a deathbed?” I wonder…
I may be, I can’t help that…
But all I provide my companions with, is Solace
At the autumn of their lives… Serenity at life’s twilight…

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