The Shed

It was a visit to my college’s Tennis court during night time..And it was the place..probably i liked the most…A site best accessible for peace in dark…. Please review the poem :)…

Standing in between the two courts…
Holding the fort on each’s end…
Lies the shed…
Charming…
Reciting several accounts of..
Joy and disgust..
Revealing the world..
The dismay of fate…
and the glory of exertion..

Bearing the weight of emotions…
It looks firm…
Performer to supporter…
It makes everyone to cheer…
Gesture of love and praise…
Admiration from both the ends..
Makes it feel better every summer…

But sometimes in the night..
When it is all alone…
It is all on its own…
Accustomed to applause and praise…
To hide itself..
It mourns on the lost soul…
With the passage of wind across the both ends…
It cries on predicament..
Whether to joy for invincible soul..
Or empathise for susceptible one..

The shed..
Now has to bear its own emotion..
Feeling sorry for itself
Being the site of sorrow
Rather than elation..
It crumbles under its own emotes…
And move on..
To tell me the story..
On that night…

And I seemed to listen..
May be because…
My emotions made it to crumble..
And Contemptible to no more applause…