Me, An Old House Poem by ratnaprabha raykar
Me, An Old House
Demolitioners 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 luscious
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?
Good write, Ratna...symbolic...clever use of words in conveying your thoughts there...thanks...10
A very unique poem with deep meanings! 'Devoid of walls I still live on hoping my walls will rise again But hey what do I see? '
A profound thought. I agree with Siddharth, a multilayered poem. But that is the WAY world goes on... the old yielding plave to the new. You will find a similar theme in my 'A Wish' but in a different context. I enjoyed reading your poem. CP
More meaningful than what it seems to be.A deep feeling wrapped in poetic diction.A good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Like purging the old for the new