Deserted

A tale of lost seasons

The majestic mall

Behind my hospital wall

Lies limp under the afternoon sun.

It isn’t in slumber

As it used to be.

It is in sedation —

Forgetful in pain,

Motionless in memories

Of drifting crowds

And sparkling stalls —

Of molten ice-cream

in frozen time.

It echoes with the squeals

Of children now seen nowhere

And with the whispers

Of lovers now embracing tears.

This majestic mall

Bears a tale forlorn

Of seasons lost

Standing deserted for long.

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