The Empty Box Poem by Raghurama Raju

The Empty Box

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The yard is still wet
The lights glow faintly in the room
The women have swollen eyes
Some stand under the fan
and dry their wet hair
A woman sits amid her close relatives
and stares into the vacuum
The frozen emotions liquefy
Whenever there is a new visitor
An eerie box, transparent and cool still
stands there empty
And begins to sing a song!

Thursday, August 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness
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Raghurama Raju

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