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.

Share This:

Views: 815 Comments: 2

Comments on this Poem

Superb.Touched my heart.

swatantra
11/14/2013 21:57 PM

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

farrukh kazi
11/11/2013 01:26 AM

RSS Feed

No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder