The Muddy Walls

By Faheema Amin

I opened my eyes to my abode, the ruins of which shape my dreams...

Its the sole witness to my vent out, outburst & my screams...

The naive mud walls, still echo my every tone...

The memories of this dwelling, never leave me alone...

Those fairy tales seemed as real as sky...

The princess resides on trees, like a fact couldnt deny...

Wounds and scratches  treated like heart breaks...

On the fire pot, not bread, care & love bakes.. 

I now see those walls in the dearth of voice...

The ones that have been my partner in all hue and cries....

Now only known as an 'abonded place'....

That has been my own, my peace & my solace...

But then, life is nothing but an element of change...

Forever i shall place my HOME inside my Heart's Cage...!!!!

By Faheema Amin