Rotten Papers. | Ashish Singh

I wrote my wilted past on the old Rotten Papers of my Dairy.
There are some white ones too.
The Dairy may smell like withered nature and wet shiny soil.
Yet it's dark and Unbearably painful.
My sound walks in the brown garden are the moments I had spent with my beloved People.
But the sound the withered leaves gave, they are my cries as the people walked over Me.
I was the Fountain of Pure Water;
Satisfying the painful thirsts;
Helping people in their worst.
Yet they called me A Rotten 'Gay'.
Cursed me In every unpleasant Way.
Long is my Painful Journey, both Fresh and Flaccid.
Long is this; My unfinished Poem.
Becuase still remain are my White and Rotten Papers to write my Withered or Fresh Future.

Poet's note: So this poem is basically related to my life. I have made a metaphorical comparison between my past life and my Dairy which has two kind of papers in it, few which are Rotten and few white fresh pages. I have also metaphorically compared my Dairy With a Garden, Which is sometimes withered and sometimes it's fresh. It's a simple poem with no derived meaning, it's a piece which is written with no right and left. I wrote what came in my mind so I hope you will like it!