My House Poem by Nosheen Irfan
My House
I have built a house
From bits and pieces
Of my broken self
I wander through,
In a dazed stupor,
Through its bleak corridors
Listening to the rusty hinges
Choking on closed doors
Glancing at the faded pictures
Hung obstinately along its unpainted walls
From its roof
I have a view
Of distant lights burning quietly
In their pale glory
My eyes chase them
Strained to the utmost
To catch a gleam or two
In their lusterless void
Only to return to the hole inside
Widening ever so more
Swallowing up all that remains of light
But it’s my house
Built from parts of me
Infused with my soul
So I must let it enfold me
In its cold clammy hold.
This is a blues poem having heartfelt depiction. High penmanship. The last stanza has much impact i, e... But it’s my house Built from parts of me Infused with my soul So I must let it enfold me In its cold clammy hold.
Of my broken self! But with hope. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The pervading melancholy and sadness reflected by these lines are indeed choking! But it’s my house Built from parts of me Infused with my soul So I must let it enfold me In its cold clammy hold. Here what we see is a cold passive resignation which is jolting! Great write Nosheen!
an overtone of sadness pervades through out the whole poem, a well penned poem by beautiful soul, thanks for sharing.
Thanx for taking time out to read my poetry and give such encouraging comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/10/2024 7:19:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But it's my house Built from parts of me Infused with my soul...I sincerely admire the sense of dignity unfolded in this bit of expression! Top poetry! !