(Source: Salvador Dali- The Persistence of Memory)
A stone wall and a dozen stairs
broken doors and empty chairs.
A desolate place with no friend about,
only strangers and a forgotten lord.
nothing great, nothing small
just a man who had his fall.
He looked upon me
with a pain no words can heal
‘‘Oh” said he
‘‘That this what you see
are my mistakes, my fallacies.
I am just an old man.”
Lost all he had,
his power, his time and his will
but the distant memory.
With all the chances gone by
all he has is a seed of Rye.
© Shivankar Mohan
(History Hons 2nd Year)