House Of Glasses Poem by S.D. TIWARI

House Of Glasses



Who live in the house of glasses
they feel themselves of distinguished classes
But I know, whenever they see anyone,
holding in his hand, a stone;
though they have not shown,
but have strange fear in mind to moan.
Who live in the house of glasses
they feel themselves of distinguished classes
But I know, all external rays fall on their eyes,
they start looking for the curtains to hide.

Friday, January 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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