Rex Mathew Mathew

Rookie - 0 Points (14 - 03 - 1994 / born in Kerala, India; residing in Abu Dhabi, U.A.E)

Growing Bleak - Poem by Rex Mathew Mathew

I walked through that silent garden;
In the past, it had many children.

I played with that abandoned swing;
Heard its loneliness sing.

Sat by those lost trees of yore;
They were never just wood before.

Picked up a fallen petal;
Dead and dead, with a broken fettle.

Talked with the parched leaves in the grey;
They too had a thousand things to say,

Of broken glory and drying times,
Much like the decay of growing human lives.

I too will wither, I too will grow bleak,
From the song of the child to the silence of the weak.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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