Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 16, 2014

BOILING A POEM~Indira Sadanandan


 

 

BOILING A POEM

Making bed coffee
In an apartment in the
Eighteenth floor of a flat
Is really an experience
At six of clock
In the morning.
Through the narrow
Window of the kitchen
We can see the
Outside world and from
The adjacent bedroom
The visual become
Clearer to the sight.
We are encircled
By an army of
sky scraping buildings.
We feel alienated
We are among the
Gigantic might
Of the modern life of
Insecurity.


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