They stood there for too long.
On the thick walls,
On the strong trusses,
One by one,
Stacked side by side,
The clay tiles lie.
On the strong trusses,
One by one,
Stacked side by side,
The clay tiles lie.
The wind blows up the body,
The water runs down the body,
The water runs down the body,
One by one,
From the trees nearby,
The fallen leaves lie.
They have seen too many.
Men came and went,
Children played and went,
One by one,
The characters left,
The moments remain lie.
Webs were woven under,
Nests were laid under,
One by one,
The rodents left,
The shelter still lie.
They have stood still.
The beauty was admired,
The grandeur was cherished,
One by one,
The colours went pale,
The grey dust lie.
Building rose new and high,
Roofs became flat and high,
One by one,
The neighbours were gone,
The home still lie.
They have many questions.
It can't rise,
It can't move,
One by one,
The questions piled,
Existence still lie.
It can give, it get admired,
But it can't take,
One by one,
It can't dare choose,
The plight lie.
The dilemmas that a sloping roof faces.
PS - When Google voice recognition types 'sadist' instead of 'cherished'; 'mini' instead of 'many' and 'flight' instead of 'plight'; it really sums up what is wrong with the world today.
