My Wall: A Polyglot

by June 23, 2022 0 comments

A monotonous crack
Is the vision
In my mind

Filling the gaps
That can and cannot be
Depend on
The proportion
Of sand and cement.

No cut,
No grass,
No war
On my wall
Only two divergent colours-
Real and unreal
Merged and

Like an array
Of striped jeans
Or sometimes
Crisscrossed by
The sewing machines.

My nerves-
Rising and
Till the dots spread
From an incarcerous spell
To tell its plot-
My wall: A polyglot.

– Monobina Nath

editors note:

Multiple languages to increase our misunderstanding in multiple ways. – mh clay

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