Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Narinder Bhangu- A Poem

The Pillar Falls
The pillar, an act of craftsmanship,
solid, festooned and decorated
beautifully designed and plated,
each brick hooked and slated,
stood as a proud attraction in the chapel.
Then, aged with seasons and weather
craven, cracked and dilapidated,
dreadfully deserted and haunted,
each edge blunt, its surface perforated,
it fell into a pile of shapeless rubble

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