Thursday, April 24, 2014

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File:White wall (Savvino-Storozhevsky Monastery).jpg
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I have spent my days with you, inside you.
You stare at me, blank, but I have to leave you.
You have been my company during the days,
that were red and some were blue.
You are white and so you will remain.
Not a mark on your pure white soul.
I will miss you, my bedroom wall.
For you have heard me laugh and heard me bawl.



*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #24
*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: "to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall.
*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won't be disappointed.


8 comments:

  1. Now I miss the home I was born and raised in. We shifted 2 yrs back.

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  2. So deep and profound Pooja. I have changed a lot of houses and there is always this special corner, my corner with ears who has known all my secrets and who has been there for me. Touched!

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  3. Wow Pooja and condidering you have just moved these feeling are totally relateable. I still remember my special corner or place in my old house :)

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    1. We all have that one corner, don't we?

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