The path was wet.
The smell of musty earth,went inside
With him.
Did'nt you notice the fervent dreams?
His ardour surfaced.
Walking on,never yet meetingthe person..
There was this rawness around him.
He carried another soul in his pocket.
Smiling a crooked,guileless smile,he showed me,
the soggy ten-rupee note.
Delving further,brought out a small,
pink candy glistening inside the sparkling,white cover.
The Earth had never been a better place.
3 comments:
i like the perspective from which this poem was written,quite unique and touching.
way 2 go......chaliye ja....
Elegant.
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