--------hollow heart-------
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Every week
I dust the cobwebs
Of the big mansion
Mop the floor
Clean the counters
Yet the dust ,like a stealthly thief,
makes its secret entry
Dodging the rusty locks
My heart
With rooms of emptiness
Filled with nothings
Sharpens its ears,every week
For the creak of the rusty lock
Waiting in vain....
Praying to the mother of hope...
Only to be dusted and filled
With hollowness
Only to be Locked again
Till 'nother week dawns...
No visitor,no neighbour ,
No soul looms....
Locked , it remains.
Gathering dust
 protecting the 'nothing' in it...

Lazin-------