The Old Rusty Gate Creaks Open
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The old rusty gate opens to
an abode left abruptly, with no premonition,
a porch where playthings were scattered.
on splendid summer days, huge windows
smelt of drenched khuskhus herbs
from their coverings. an abundant orchard
smelt ambrosial from plump juicy
fruits of shady Guava and Mango trees!
Chrysanthemums and Dahlias - emitted
delicate fragrance - Roses, encircled with
ferns! the swing - symbol of an exuberant
childhood - the laughter, the chatter,
exhilarating friends, unforgettable scent of
Jasmine flowers on the ground, crystal
dewdrops glistening on petals, at rosy dawn!
the resonating music has ceased,
the gorgeous colours are lost!
feisty birds stopped tweeting.
I decided not to open the shell of memory,
and find the coveted pearl of a lost love!
the vision doesn't leave me!
The crumbling gate creaks open...
only eerie whispers of the blowing wind I hear -
black and white photographs on the walls,
unpainted for long, exude bleak sadness !
an ornate vase, immensely treasured once,
left on the floor uncared,
once-valued carvings on the ceiling
are caving in, in melancholy.
lonely, dusty, staircase which was once a refuge
for giggling children playing hide-and-seek,
has no footprints!
The old, rusty gate creaks open
to memories locked
to last a lifetime!
June 22, 2022
"One In Five" Poetry Contest
Theme: The Old Rusty Gate
Sponsor: Joseph May
Copyright © Malabika Ray Choudhury | Year Posted 2022
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