his trophies
his bags
full of
memories
thrown
outdoors
the new
owner wants
to change
the decor
change
the mosaic tiles
on the floor
a new outhouse
a new tenor
lyrical change
a new score
a new color
a bell on
the door
a new
man friday
not bala
anymore
heartless
bollywood
once dead
you are
forgotten
you are
remembered
no more
sahabs
riyasat
his kingdom
his fiefdom
will have
the new
owner
signor
watching
the carter
road seashore
no its too precious
a landmark once
a reminder of
glamour galore
the chirping birds
the cricket the bats
mourning the loss
without remorse
rancor an era
ends end of
lease tenure .
we live we die
leaving wilting
memories
that others
endure
money rules
over heart
over feelings
sadness has
no remedy
no cure
for me my grand daughters
tears on the death of a house
the only lasting reminder of my
guide teacher mentor ,,
RIP Ashirwad you will soon be forgotten a wasted metaphor
