You see this room?
Nothing here is mine.
Clothes in the hanger, in the dryer
the books and CDs on the shelf,
shoes on the rack.
None of it, is mine.
They stay here, like me
as if on a visit.
I see a face in the mirror,
the image; is not me.
a stranger to myself..
many a thoughts in the head
feelings of the heart
words that say them all..
Again don't belong to me.
A Borrowed life,indeed it is.
3 comments:
Stunning! Kutti..
Have no words..other than it's very deep.
wonderful! A great poem...very deep and meaningful. Very true indeed.
wonderful! A great poem...very deep and meaningful. Very true indeed.
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