Trajectory

cyriac maliakkal

Memories had elevated in 
My mind.
Sprinkled crux was on
My head
All hairs were new 
Each man fear with grey hairs
And  wondering with grey hair.
 
Every minute is minute
Every time is time.
Each paths has stamped by
Mens' footstep.
Old clothes and waste things
Were laid on there.
 
Elevations of memories was
Required for my accomodation.
There is too limit  for
Hear my memories.
That is your choice;
You must be or must not be.
  • Author: cyriac maliakkal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 17th, 2023 14:09
  • Category: Reflection
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  • David Wakeling

    I tried reading this but it just consists of statements that are not explained.Something about grey hairs??

    • cyriac maliakkal

      Grey hair in India it means the man who came to old and he is affraid that his life is going to death.

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    • cyriac maliakkal

      Grey hair in India it means the man who came to old and he is affraid that his life is going to death.



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