An Old Snap

There’s a big room in the house-
It has many doors.
Colourful lights reach my eyes,
From underneath those doors:
Red, then green, …blah blah blah.

An old snap on the southern wall-
It doesn’t pull me anymore.
There’s a new painting too:
A climber on a mango-tree.
The root doesn’t tell you everything,
Does it? If the tree weren’t there…!

There’s a thirsty bonsai
On the western edge.
Above the one in the east, …
They are playing, look! Mate, …
I dare you to come to the field, mates!

Sitting on my easy-chair,
I untangled the headset.
Speaking hmm hmm hmm, la la la!

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I am an amateur researcher. I'm currently working as a lecturer in English. Poetry is one of my passions! I have been composing poems since 2008.
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