Broken boundary walls unlocked doors,
Falling roofs and damaged floors,
Cracked glasses of the old windows,
I can only listen to the noisy crows,
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Sometimes it is a broken home, sometimes a broken city or a broken country!
A lovely 🌹 poem. Sir, continue posting please. At this age, only you can get a lot of happiness from poetry. It's very nice to see your post after such a long gap.