Window in the Roof

by Hafeez ur Rehman



My birthplace I can vividly recall had a window in the roof. Corrugated tin curtains thundered, when drawn in the coming of rain. It had a role in muffling my cries and consoling my mother that I was a happy child. Wall windows without high sounding curtains restrain the wails from leaving the house. State of the art blinds have small organized holes that steal on light but the misery stays. Had they not sold my birthplace I would have today gone there to cry.

Image © Hafeez ur Rehman

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Comments on this Poem

Superb.Touched my heart.

swatantra
14-Nov-2013 21:57 PM

Oh , how true & how spontaneous !
Reminded me of my birthplace ......

farrukh kazi
11-Nov-2013 01:26 AM