S.D. TIWARI

Gold Star - 4,656 Points (December.1955 / India)

House Of Glasses - Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Who live in the house of glasses
they feel themselves of distinguished classes
But I know, whenever they see anyone,
holding in his hand, a stone;
though they have not shown,
but have strange fear in mind to moan.
Who live in the house of glasses
they feel themselves of distinguished classes
But I know, all external rays fall on their eyes,
they start looking for the curtains to hide.

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy


Comments about House Of Glasses by S.D. TIWARI

  • Terry Craddock (1/22/2016 11:01:00 PM)


    'Who live in the house of glasses
    they feel themselves of distinguished classes
    But I know, whenever they see anyone,
    holding in his hand, a stone; '

    nice personification extending into the final beautiful 'they start looking for the curtains to hide.'
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2016



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