Kingdom Of Boundaries
Designed smokes like thick fogs,
slithered like a python,
Prowled out of the chimney holes
yet her grain of rice not boiled
Mushroom sprouted thirsty firewoods
remained emotionless
Sharpened lips with a pipe to blow, teary eyes, long inhale, beautiful face now fumigated
Fog decorated skies, unwashed vessels filled sink, scattered bottles, vegeteble peelings, powders spreading here and there
She screamed!
This is not my kingdom!
Kingdom of the boundaries!
Stripped off the apron and thrown the knives
Spoons and saucers burst out laughing
closed doors of the living sent her out
That is not my own kingdom!
Kingdom of boundaries
Pressure cooker whistilings diffused scroched food
Felt like brain burnt
Outside the home the car horn heard
Felt like herself burnt
Walked towards the kingdom of boundaries
Is this really my own kingdom?
Kingdom of binaries.!
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- A poem by Jamshida Sameer
