Commotion of limbs under the roof
Areas abundant to tread past
Mind flutters in the infinite sky,
Held up on the Mouse
Miles of distance between rooms
Not at all noisy dining table
Drawing room built in muteness
Deep pits in the bedroom
Flatly impassionate veranda
Shower of tears in the bathroom
Storeroom that retains nothing
Half-boiled life
In the kitchen, where worries burn
No space for flowers to blossom
As there is hardly any yard
And beyond the gate,
Acres and acres of frozen ice
By Ismail Meladi
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