They stand
At same spot I saw them yesterday
Though the wind has been cold and biting
Though the sun has briefly made her way across the four sky
They stand
At the same spot I leant on them yesterday
Though their shadows have grown and rotated around their base
Though more of us lean on them now hanging our distress on their slick facades
What confessions
Would they have heard
In sunny afternoons as they stand with neither a frown nor a smile not even a shrug
Or may be they chuckle
Inside their concrete hollows
at the ephemerality of those who lean on them
to cry and vow and pass by.
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