
A sheet of layer of dust on the tables,
The chairs have not been sat on,
A dingy room and smell of staleness in the air,
The dark corners covered with webs in thick layers,
No one has visited this town,
A deserted look as you enter,
Where are the people gone?
One can hear the silence nevertheless yet so loudβ¦.
Nice reflection there.
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Thank you so much π
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A lovely poem that takes us to quietness! Thank you…
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it π
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You are welcome
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Yes, even I thought of classroom just like Anisha! great poem!
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Nice glad you could relate to it too π
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The first two lines reminded me of a classroom visited after vacation. Amazing poem!
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Thank you so much. Glad you could relate to itπ
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My pleasure!
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