Homeless, poetry written by Jharna Sanyal at Spillwords.com
Pierre Bamin



written by: Jharna Sanyal


It’s you all over the place.

Wherever i step, whatever i touch
it’s you all over.

It seems i am a trespasser
on someone else’s ground –
sneaking in, intruding.

i do not know when or how
you took over my place.

Even the cobweb in the corner,
quivering in the wind,
is now yours – though
you were scared of spiders.

The red you had spilled
on the floor has turned crimson
staring at the half done canvas.

i want you to forget me
as ashes do timber.

I have to reclaim my home.

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