Broken tiles & leaky over roof
Spiders dangling from fluorescent & stacks consumed with grief
No rhymester lived here ever & the spring wind which otherwise ruffles my hair
Falls dead on their hard cover.

No unicorn emerges anymore from these tattered pages
This world has yawned to fables and  baseless voices
Steel frame is rusty yet it confines, Legends in squeaky dungeons forever

The floor above has life!
With dreams fuelled & accolades gathered
Some would even frown to know of a world underground

Same stone, covers this world witnessing cheerful glees And romantic pleads
No moss here rather sun garlands it every year
Fiction afterall serves a refuge for the trapped ones!