Poem : Wall

I remember a time when dreams were so small,
Like teaching children on terrace walls.
While the air was listening and rainwater draining,
Many years passed as I grew old.

That dilapidated wall has some unused corners,
There are no trace of the chalk marks.
Rusted, oxygen and water deprived personified wall
Has lost its identity
And converted to a charcoal.

While it craved and cried during rains,
I cannot imagine the wrath of its death
And the story of its mourning remains.