Roots Uprooted

The once treasured possession reigning over the road its head held high is reduced to the skeleton of itself. Burden of memories and cluster of memories are dumped on the height of engulfing modernisation. The death of our roots, our home inscribed on our blurry souls. Through the window of our gradually disintegrating heart the shadows of the fallen glory inflict upon us the remains. The shackles of triumph are defied and change is set to flight, while the inward screams melt away in the daily hustle.

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