The Fort

An Old fort which has lost its glory,
A classroom where only one mouth speaks
feeding 60 rusted brains with moisture,
6 old falling buildings housing the brains
sentenced for five years.

Antiproteins to chew on the dining table,
just sufficient so they wont die.
An old room in the building with the door closed
on the other side lie unheard
50 years of cries of pain,torture
echoed from the cobwebs which disappear in the smoke
and are music to the intoxicated brain.

Two lakh restless brains toiling day and night
to get into the fort
the one which has lost its glory,the same classroom ,
the same building ,the same room ...
I am the one who did the same mistake ....
to get into the Fort :)

theres a bird that sings...

Theres a dead tree not far from my window,
where sometimes sits a bird by her own.

She sings of the grass which was green,
of the glory of the tree,
of her friends whom I cant see
and the place turns to a forest of laughter.

But there is a cold wind that blows,
which opens up the window
slaps me on the chest
and wakes me up from the dream.

Theres a dead tree not far from my window,
where sometimes sits a bird by her own.

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