Legacy

Legacy short poem

A wretched little hut still stands.
Stained windows, a cranky door.
There was laughter in it once,
but nobody lives here anymore.
Broken down by the waves of time,
Still putting up a bold front. 
Violence, loneliness, pain,
people moved on, it took the brunt.
Are you leaving behind a legacy? 

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Shaurya Singh

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Shaurya Singh refuses to call himself a poet, an artist, playwright, or a filmmaker although he writes poetry, paints, writes and directs plays and also makes short films. His work also includes working closely with and coaching people who want to take charge of their lives and create the life that they desire. His vision, he says is the creation of a community of people who will passionately build an alternative lifestyle based on emerging new-age principles. He is the co-founder of Saarthak Productions, a theatre group based in Bangalore. Some of his poetry and paintings are featured on the blog A Formless Formation.
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Swathi Rao
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Good thought on dilapidated buildings… pretty much like our ancient temples, with such beautiful architecture, giving away to the brunt of times.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Short but thought-provoking poem.

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