The Old Rusty Gate
My ancestral house I left a long time ago,
glints the hues of longing in memory horizon.
One summer on the faded trail of nostalgia
I retrace the time track to reach the past.
Opening the old tarnished gate I go inside,
walk across the yard entangled by creepers,
enter the dark dusty room deserted for ages,
wooden stairs winding upstairs are still there.
I climb up to the sprawling master bedroom,
its cleaved roof leaking the streaks of sun rays.
On the defaced wall hangs a photo of my father
donning the frail rosette my mother once placed .
I open the creaking window on the backyard,
once a garden now a fragment of wasteland.
As I walk out the wind sings the song of my youth,
I see on the rusty gate the golden glow of sunset.
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June 27, 2022
Contest : One In Five
Sponsored by : Joseph May
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