Eating up all debris and dusts
I hang half-dead after battered
For many decades,Once I used
To consume mouthful of letters.
My stomach would be full,Still
Humans would feed me,Now
There is no food and no one
To feed me,dusts makes me rusts.
I connected many lovers,politicians
Soldiers of wars,unemployed vagabonds
Despite all these favours they deserted me
Like they do for their old ailing parents.
My stomach has become choultries
To naughty rats & sleepy insects
I used hang with pride those days
Now,Hanging at the verge of my death.
I never forget you Homo sapiens
I have left my grandson internet
To serve you in place of mine
Beware of him! He will make you addictive.
My creators were clever – they painted
Me with blood color as an indication
That I will be suffering in future
Where there won’t be a place for me.
Hanging in an abandoned post
I look like a red clown with rust hat
And waiting for my official death,
At least I can enter into museum as antique.
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