RIC BASTASA


The Independent Woman.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house
which we have not really
called as home,
something's missing
you give me a hint
not the glass window or
the ceiling fan,
i know it but how can i
tell you?
i won't tell, it will hurt you,
we continue living
somehow
just the two of us in this house

we have our own careers
and every morning we rush to go on our different ways
the night is the only place
of our tryst
we manage to spend time for love
we sleep together and share
what we can

there will be a time when this house shall fall
because it is not a home for us all

there will be one morning when you will finally leave
and take away everything from me


and then i will write it on the wall
this house is never a home,
she never wanted a child to bear.


Comments about The Independent Woman.... by RIC BASTASA

  • (4/15/2012 12:49:00 AM)


    A house will be a home,
    when two hearts are the same,
    Who are we to say,
    that something will happen,
    when we are at nay,
    to understand our own vision! !
    a colleague of mine, looked for pasture,
    came with a family picture,
    but tore that into two in two months,
    sent the husband's to Philippine.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2012



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