The hovel with the tin roof

Why defer our dreams?
Why let them dry like ‘raisin in the sun’?
I mused, hugging my dream close to my chest.
The dream of a warm, snug house,
In lots of sunlight drenched.

The shriveled woman
In the hovel with the tin roof a little distance away
Wondered why a dismal existence
Had been emblazoned with iron rods on her tubercular chest.
Last night the wind had stalked her house
like a rapacious wolf
Hunting for the tiniest crack to insinuate itself in.

I felt the taste of bitter almonds in my mouth
As the scoundrel wind tore away the tin roof from her head.
Alas , now she would dry like ‘raisin in the sun’
In ferocious sunlight drenched.

I hastily gulped a glass of water to wash away that bitter taste.
Did she have any option but to defer her dreams?
To throttle her screams?
Furtively, I hugged my dream to my chest.
But found no peace in this hugging.
At my heart, the scene kept tugging.
So, I sang a requiem
To my dream.
And was at peace.

6 thoughts on “The hovel with the tin roof

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    Another impactful contribution by the writer whose compassionate nature stands out through the flow of her evocative poetry.

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  2. VijayNair

    The allusion to Langston Hughes’s famous lines which inspired the title of Lorraine Hansberry’s epoch making play:” A Raisin in the Sun” is brilliant:”What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up/Like a raisin in the sun ?”. One of the thematic concerns of Hansberry’s play is the desire of Mama to move into a more convenient house, which happens to be in a white neighborhood . Santosh’s compassion emerges in this literary piece.Arguably, one of her best poems.

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