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.

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David Wakeling April 17th, 2023 16:48
I tried reading this but it just consists of statements that are not explained.Something about grey hairs??
- cyriac maliakkalApril 18th, 2023 09:13
  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 April 18th, 2023 07:33
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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