Through a doorway
you peek
at the passage of time -
its another generation
that laughs at age-old conventions.
Through a doorway
you see them
lounging against walls in bizarre clothes
love songs in their hearts.
Through a doorway
you blink
at thin spaces of sunshine
the flutter of a bird's wings
the Gulmohar in full bloom.
And you realize
time has passed you by
giving way along the folds and creases
the smell of decay
on the gray shades of your life.
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