A dark poem about neglect, by Sunil, exclusively for Different Truths.
Corner-room of the house in partial decay,
on a bed narrow, she stares at the walls
and the chest of medicines, a cell phone
in hand, the hand near the pillow, where a rosary
and holy books are kept as a tiny bundle;
the wind outside wanders
as an urchin
looking for the
treasures imagined/real
some place
among the weeds
that choke the path to that
lonely house
near the river shrunk in the summers
and muddy in winters, abandoned by life.
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Awesome. Leaves an immediate deep impact
Thanks Piku Chowdhury for your encouraging words.
Haunting, they picked an excellent graphic to capture atmospheric tone of poem, what a memorable & stunning description and personification of natural elements!!! Excellent work…
Thanks dear Jerome! Coming from a respected poet like you, it means a lot.