Mall Road Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Mall Road
Barren like a broken beam
Bare like a bookstore without customers
The road has lost its glory
The magic, the story
It's just a reminder
Of all that's gone
All that's going
It's just a way
For cars to speed on to their destination
No one stops here to capture its history
For it's no longer a book
It's no longer a diary
Where you can find words
That mean a goddamn thing.
Nosheen I can't even go into the Mall at Christmas I get overwelmn
Loved this nostalgic poem. Change is the only one that does not change!
Loved your poem dear Nosheen.......Top marks and to my favourite as well.
Wonderful poem Nosheen! You are able to capture the beauty and sentiment of both people and places.
A wonderful poem. This poem can be viewed from many angles. I just imagine the fate of a book store sans customers. I like this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/16/2024 2:04:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent write Nosheen we are all guilty of passing by, I buy online and haven't carried cash for over a decade. But your poem also applies to families who pass on by each other and to the elderly who never get a visit. Top marks again.