The rectangular box
It held secrets
Unspoken, untold.
Memories
Joy.
Deafening laughter
Chaotic Silence.
Prayers.
More memories.
The Box could be bought.
Not its contents.
The box called home.
Pic clicked at: Goverdhan, Uttar Pradesh
11 comments:
Very beautifully written...!
Nice.. I was actually going in for the TV when I read the title :)
Lovely poem...
loved the way you depicted the square box called home :)
Thanks Jatin :)
Thankyou:)
Thankoo Braj :):)
Hehe. On a second thought i feel even the description matches it to a certain extent:)
Short and well penned. Lovely!
Thanks a lot Indrani :)
Home is where love is in plenty and you experience heaven every moment!!!!. Well written buddy, masterpiece as always:) lots of love and hugsss :) :)
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