I, An Old Lighthouse
My illustrious days
And inventive lighting ways
Have vanished like hay
As modernity has drawn its ray
I resign to the designs
Of the chimes of the times
And stand still
Like a hill
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2024
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