Friday, 14 June 2013

The small print on the wall

You built a den, and I rented it for some time,
and I hung a picture that I liked on a strip;
as I looked at it suddenly the wall felt mine,
yet I knew the truth - rights of use and ownership.


The print was mine, and what lay behind the print
was never mine, but it held the string and it pegged
something dear; and so the wall, inch by inch,
moved closer to me through the fragile connect.


You asked for it in due course, the lease was up
so I took the picture off the wall and out I came;
but all day long all I could see was this smudged
faint dark line on the paint rubbed by the frame.




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  2. Lovely wordings NB, I so much loved the way you have conveyed the feeling of getting connected to something or someone knowing that it can never be ours, in such simple words...
    Loved it completely...

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  4. That was indeed lovely. And the beauty was in the simplicity of the prose.
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  5. Short,Crisp and Simple...yet beautifully and meaningfully penned down :-) Loved it..!!


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