Echoes Of Neglect Poem by Noksen Naro Noksen Naro

In a construction site, building's after building,
Yet to be beautiful, but already yielding.
Fruit inside wither, rotten and red,
Rusted and worn, beneath the crumbling thread.

May the fruits have health, but alas!
Beneath creaked walls, heavy weight amass.
Rotten fruit ends with no new seeds,
No future promise, only decay s deeds.

Where buildings crumble, blown away,
By heavy winds that sweep the gray.
No strength remains, no life to hold,
'Echoes of neglect ', forever told.