A lonely bench in the park.
Waits there in the woods,
As it rains and grows dark.
As it rains and grows dark.
Hopes for someone to stay longer,
Not a few visits by strangers,
Lies there and watches silently ,
As the day passes, and years.
Not a few visits by strangers,
Lies there and watches silently ,
As the day passes, and years.
Many decades it has witnessed,
Many seasons buried inside.
A few more versions of its stories,
Than what meets the eyes.
Many seasons buried inside.
A few more versions of its stories,
Than what meets the eyes.
As the painted layers peel off,
It breaks and falls piece by piece,
Slowly will turn in a debris too ,
and all it's existence will cease.
It breaks and falls piece by piece,
Slowly will turn in a debris too ,
and all it's existence will cease.
Frozen in time and watches the world,
Cries inside as ticks the clock.
Then forces a smile and silently wishes,
If only it could talk ...
Cries inside as ticks the clock.
Then forces a smile and silently wishes,
If only it could talk ...
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