An Old Age Home
Strolling through the yard of a nest
Stirs my mind with a thrust
The dusk mourns in quest
For the mercy which fades in west.
Stepping in to the lounge of cheers
Discloses my heart with tears
Their eyes bury the pain
That hunts with a sense of vain.
Diffusing in to their lives
Drives my wonder to the hives
Of the helpless human souls
Who forgot to taste their goals.
Drifting the priority of man
Sets those eyes in ban
Those sighs haunt my ears
That foresees the loss of their dears.
Lacking the lustre in an age
Leaves those lives in the cage
An age that deserves dignity
With a heart engraved of pity.
Pouring a wave of love
Blows their fancy like a dove
Those moments are the best
In this quaint world of lust.
Seeking with a quench of thirst
Revives them with a burst
That floods across the shore
Over the speckles beneath the shore.
Departing from their lap
Rests my life with a gap
This is the wound that never heals
That sails along with the wheels.
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