Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 25, 2017

This is a room~by Ravindranath Kunnath



This is a room

This is a room
It is mine..
Here iam living
With my wrinkled dreams
Keep all those
On that age old wallet
She saidand smiled
With her dry lips

This is my room
With no doors and windows
All are gone with the time

The roof
In the shattered pieces
Lizard and crockroaches
Breath for the sky..

Iam always here
She came
When the wish bloom
In heart..
We together breathes
Only to.see white doves
Over the room
She always smiled
With his dry lips..
Like us dear look
Horizons have wringles.
We are there
Only to show our presense
On the soil..

No one will arrive
In search of our footsteps
You want food to eat
It in my hand bag
Open it
With our dried dirty fingers
We have to begin
Dinner supper
Whatever it is

The foul smell rises
From our dresses
Remember our existense

No lamps here for nights
We seated ona broken
Once it was a part of a bench

Life is nothing for us
My prayer
Oh my lord
Give us bliss
We long to drift
Into the depths of
We want to live
In a space
With no sky and horizons



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