By Apoorva Sinha1 & Ai Poem Generator (poemgenerator.io)
1 Research scholar at Amity University, Lucknow.
The Tale of a Blue Chair
In the basement damp and dim
Stands a cabriole-legged chair with tranquil grace
Once designed with a blue flower drape
A weary frame forgotten, weathered and worn.
In this quiet place
Nested but unremembered,
The chair sits whispering tales of happy days
Of long talks, confessions, and laughter.
As the sun paves the way for the moon
And so does the moon,
The blue chair still flickers in hope
An anchor in time and a refuge from storms.
The rainbow hides soon,
But within these walls shines so bright,
A prism of hope, unseen by the daylight,
This chair can still spin dreams.
In this wonderful world
We all become A Tale of the Blue Chair
Abandoned and forgotten
Let us take a journey within and find our meanings.