The
wind wafts
dry
leaves, waste paper
and
dust.
Swirling
around
they
enter
the
living room
to
be swept
with
a broom
and
then enter
our
hearts
to
remain
uncleansed
and rotten
causing
pain
though
forgotten
Just
clean outside
but
unclean inside.
What I meant was the wind brings in dust, dirt and grime which we are so busy cleaning from our living room that most of us forget to clean our hearts. I'm sorry if it is not coming across.
ReplyDeleteAnyways this was written when I was 18 and I rewrote it from memory. A version of this was published in the "Youthink" page of the Indian Express, Chennai edition in 1983, I guess.