They both huddled in a damp building
with fading, light green walls
away from the inquisitive eyes of the world
They held hands and spoke earnestly
and the wall came closer to hear them
He whispered incoherent words into her ear
which she half-understood,
but the green wall blushed bright green
as it understood the meaning of the each word
and its deep implications
Was that wall a woman?
Next he made promises
and the wall went further green
This time with envy
The wall was probably a woman
She waited for him
The next day, the following day
and the whole week
He never came
She wept with sorrow,
no companion to share her grief
but the wall shared her misery,
crying with her,
till its faded green color
further lightened
Yes, the wall was definitely a woman
wow! what a great piece of imagination..
Thank you so much, Sowmya:)
padmini….I love this….it’s so gripping and I felt like you just gave a gift to all of us…wonderful poem!
very thankful, David..so happy you enjoyed it..and thanks for the encouragement
Oh this is from the wonderful theatre of the absurd, of Romanian and Czech tradition; with the ‘Waiting for Godot’ shades!! Its brilliant.
Thank you very much. Happy you enjoyed it..and glad to see you once again:) Is “Waiting for Godot” a play or a poem?
Its a play – Thomas Becket
Thank you:) will look into it
what a beauty!
Thanks a lot:))))
A stunning poem with very deep meaning. I enjoyed it very much!
Thank you so much:)
Brilliant! I love it Padmini! Penny π
Thanks a lot for the appreciation, Penny:)
very welcome! π