February 10, 2016

Scribbles 1

I am digging through my plastic bags full of sheets of paper with scribbles of writing. As and when I find something decent enough, it is going to find its permanent home in the blog. Welcome to the series called 'Scribbles'! 

I took my hopes to be buried
to the grieving graveyard town
Many processions preceded mine
all the way, people at mourn

Some told me not to put them to rest
"They may still be alive, as yet"
The others stared with empty eyes
in silence, lamenting its death.

I was no fool to listen to either
With pomp and show all the way
A fancy farewell I bid to their fancy lives
for hope is a good thing to have, they say! 

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