Best Poem of fadinginto oblivion

After Years Of Maturity
After years of maturity
I took wearied steps towards the room,
To unlock that door.
The door that has been locked
Since-since I don’t remember when
Probably when I first went out with friends
Live friends who replaced them,
Those inanimate objects
Which now lie scattered in the room.
Where the b . . .
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The Room
There she lies on the bed
Like an invalid.
The room has no lights.
The small passages
Have been blocked with cardboards,
Which grow moldy each day,
With black spot all over.
Still they make sure
No light enters the room.
The room is damp.
The moisture has dampened the pillow
Or it’s h . . .
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