me,an old house
me, an old house
demolishers descend upon me with chisel and crowbars
strike me where i am vulnerable most
they look at me with glee
deciding which part of me is juicest
out come my doors and windows
which lineup with SALE labelled on them
devoid of walls i still live on
hoping my walls will rise again
but hey what do i see
walls rise to reach the sky
shaping cubicles large and small
each vying with the other
trying to glean shoppers from each other
My spirit is tattered between them
Am I living or dead or multiplied
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hi
Welcome to Poems n Prose...
Beautiful thought penned out with such ease....makes us emotional...
Nice style of poetry - imagining the thoughts from the "things" point of view
Priya Nair
Ratnaprabha
I think I read this poem yesterday... Did I meet you in answers.yahoo.com? Yes I think I did... Thanks for giving me the opportunity to rate this poem :) ... I seriously wanted to...
Now the comments remain the same... and I'll rate it 5/5 because of the reasons I stated in yahoo... :)
Respectfully,
Amartya
PS: This poem left an imprint in my mind... I seriously liked this one...
hi
gud work....