An Empty Bench ..

From the window everyday
I saw the empty bench
It sat there day and night
facing the scorching sun
resisting the harsh blowing wind
Winters could not make it numb
nor could the rain dampen its spirits
It waited there for some company
but none would stop to rest in its arms
I had no desire to fulfill its wish
for it was meant only for that soul
who be tired and could walk no more

Poem By Kiran Kauchhur

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