It’s National Poetry Writing Month in April. Although I don’t live in the United States, I can easily be a part of the festivities involving literature. I am also late, April is about to end but I’ll try to write some more poems in lieu of #NaPoWriMo. Here’s my poem titled ‘Hallowed By Time‘
Every once in a while
I pop in to see
The lone hut with the withering bent oak
The house with the cracking ceiling
The roadside solitary sedan that was
Once an expensive car-on-four-working-wheels.
The broken bench in a park,
The leaf from a low, bent branch.
The dead of a pigeon’s nest.
The dying of the humans rest Continue reading “Hallowed By Time (NaPoWriMo)”