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Some of my favourite corners are: An abandoned well with overgrown vegetation and stagnant water At the back of the house where the house springs from the earth Where the compound wall rises from the earth Corners enclosed by a cave Corners hiding behind a door(a child’s favourite hiding place ) Corners created by an awning Corners created by the parapet wall on a balcony My poem goes thus : Corners Those days we felt every corner Light poured through them A gentle breeze blew over them The corners had their own soul They were lying in a pool of light Creating their own silhouettes The jasmines whispered in the corners Through soft jellied moonlight Their fragrance held us in thrall. Our old tiled house had its corners Soft and purring like our family kitten They cast such fine shadows Dusky, deep and mysterious We looked into our abandoned well To fathom the depth of its corners The water there was a mere shadow The shadow of a reality that once was. |
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