And he finds me, looking at him

I smile, he smiles too..we say nothing

Because deep within us we know

We are ruined

like those old roofless temples

that are sacred but no home

nor for peasants nor for birds,

neither  for flowers

nor for rats looking for hideouts on  nooks and the corners

Only mosses exsists,  growing within our walls

staining us..breaking us from inside out ..apart

bells we have, that no one rings

floors there are..but too old, fragile and  slippery

steps present, that rather likes you out than welcomes in

yet we stand..we dare to stand

like ruined temples amidst the flashy lights of the city.


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