In Front Of Our Houses

In Front Of Our Houses short poem

A logo at the sole of my shoes on my feet
Is stepping up to get into my skull
To close the passages of my ear drum
From hearing ventriloquism
The distant dreams in my retina
Are fading one after the other
In the sombre sleep of my senses
While the limited spaces in our lives
Are divided and taken over by the
Arrival of the unfamiliar oaths and vicious circles.
The smoothness of my sari with the folds
Could be made out of farina.
How could we keep on the glorious
Days of our country;
By planting Americium in front of our houses?

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You have a knack for the metaphor and some sarcasm. Poetry would be kept lively with such endeavors.
Nice writing @Indira Sadanandan. Write on.

Sara_Hassan
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I really like the metaphors you have you used in this poem. Look forward to reading more of your stuff!

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