In the dark corner of a dull dark room,
the dark flickering flames dimly burn.
Memories piled here in want of groom -
unwanted tears each take their turn.
Memoirs fade like the old album pages;
thoughts like dust settled at the corners.
The heart aches to ponder on past ages,
while the bygone is unfolded by mourners.
Prasenjit©2023
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