Down the memory lane
Back to the alma mater
Chairs and tables lined up
Have stories to whisper
Silently relinquishing the days
Touched and caressed by generations
Carved on them are names
Which topped ages with fame
Ranging from heights to rags
Lonely chairs and tables
Lay awaiting in patience
Longing for the touch
Of new and old alike.
1 comment:
Nice poem.. Sweet memories indeed!
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