EVERY HOME TELLS A STORY
The stopped wall clock was telling how her world paused,
Due to the disaster that was cursed.
The faded colours of the wall were portraying how her life became colourless,
When the person she loved the most became emotionless.
The torn curtains of the windows were indicating how her heart was torn apart into pieces,
When he started to ignore with cold freezes.
The withered flowers in her balcony were narrating how her cheerful soul shrunk,
When he considered her love as junk.
The grime on the floor was depicting how her tears wiped out her love-dust,
When he showed his true colours shattering her trust.
© Dr. Sudhanya Nath
@dr.sudhanya_scribbler_hub
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