The Old Rusty Gate

How I used to care for this finely beautiful gate, once! Couldn't ever see it rusty, dingy, dusty, dirty; Creaking of this gate left me psychically in a dunce, I sandpapered; cleansed; oiled; kept it gold-shiny and flirty...! This old rusty gate now retells within many stories: Stories of our union; innocent children-communion; Stories of progress in all glorious territories; Stories of rise and fall and separation and union...! How death of dear ones leaves one's existence absurd and void! The old rusty gate now revealed to my neighbors, common; My sadness, emptiness, dankness, loneliness and schizoid, And announced: though I was alive: R.I.P. with Brahman...! I should, though late, renovate this old precious rusty gate, Relish my memories till I live and rewrite my fate...!!! 27 June 2022