May 2020
The wind wafts
dry leaves, waste paper
and dust.
Swirling around
they enter
the living room
to be swept
with a broom
and then enter
our hearts
to remain
uncleaned
causing pain
though forgotten
Just clean outside
but unclean inside.
dry leaves, waste paper
and dust.
Swirling around
they enter
the living room
to be swept
with a broom
and then enter
our hearts
to remain
uncleaned
causing pain
though forgotten
Just clean outside
but unclean inside.
What I meant was the wind brings it in and we are so busy cleaning our living room but most of us forget to clean our hearts. I'm sorry if it is not coming across.
Anyways this was written when I was 18. I destroyed all my old writes in a fit when I was 25 years okl and I rewrote it from memory. A version of this was later published in the "Youthink" page of the Indian Express, Chennai edition in 1983, I guess
Anyways this was written when I was 18. I destroyed all my old writes in a fit when I was 25 years okl and I rewrote it from memory. A version of this was later published in the "Youthink" page of the Indian Express, Chennai edition in 1983, I guess
