Theme: Grief

Window in the Roof

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

Comment Superb.Touched my heart.

14-Nov-2013 21:57 PM

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

farrukh kazi
11-Nov-2013 01:26 AM

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