Under The Sofa Poem by fera nugroho

Under The Sofa



on the sofa he lays
a weary soul yearns for a prayer
he's been away for a long tiring journey
till he loses all his hair so grey

in the corner let us pray
with incense from Mumbay raised high
wishes and hopes, a constant praise
to the Divine one, the Holy Ray

this broken soul on the sofa
renouncing his life so true
like a bird perches on a twig
tweeting its story white and blue
and how he paints his image
pale but sweet

under the sofa now he peeps
at his wrecked soul he tries to hide
only to find angry roaches
that keep their stories in the same pit
secretly wrapped in a piece of anguished paper

crumpled
and
tormented

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