A Deserted Address Poem by Ankita poet

Stuck in my own cobwebs,
Within the nooks deep in my heart;
I am unable to break free and make a new start,
Even the sunlight seems shadow of my once glorious past.

Only the darkness now rules in life’s lonely lane,
With a few dusted memories,
Of joy, of celebration, of bliss, of fame;
I am now a deserted address, no letters for this forgotten name.

My lonesome heart yearns for those friends,
To wipe my tears and hold these shaking hands,
But world bows only to the rising sun;
The fallen stars are dirt for every one.