Pradeep Mohandas
a month ago
Morning Sun by Edward Hopper
I am envious,
Of the woman in the Morning Sun,
She is able,
To sit on a bed without a phone.
Some people say,
That she was the painters wife,
Sitting in bed,
Contemplating her lonely life in an industrial suburb.
At a time,
We can log off from in real life,
And log into,
A world where we peep into other's lies.
I am envious,
That the woman thinks of her life,
And not that,
Of other's empty facades aimed at us to buy the same facades.Previous
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