poem 11.8.14

old building 1

his bricks can still see
the face of the blushing bride
as she stepped out of palanquin
she looked like the idol
gorgeous and glowing
that was placed in the altar
every year to be worshipped
he could still feel her soft touch
her sweet sigh
and tear drops
when she waited for her husband
to return home to her
and the laughter of the couple
when they were united again
the soft pitter patter
of baby feets
and the excited caution words
emitted from loving lips
now those babies are grown
the deserted nest waits
for their occasional visits
the old couple hobble around
sometimes caressing
his old body
with deepest love

Seven Sentence Story 3.4.14


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