Old Files Poem by Ram Krishna Singh
Old Files
I burn my years and erase
memories that couldn't be stacked
against the wall of a broken home
I'm too old to hold out long
the fall is certain
and the burden too much
I can't be a hostage to the past
nobody would buy
the smoke is momentary
and the heat hurts more
let me live life through my self
doing nothing, thinking nothing
just sitting silently and watching
time takes care of the rest and life too
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