By and by
The world and it’s passersby
On a Sunday seat
Beside the fading bus
Humming crowds
I ruminate on last minutes music
The rain is volatile; today
It washes nothing on which it falls
The hungry walls
The scream and calls
All fade with
The last minutes music
My journey halts
And jerks in progression
The humming crowd now buzzes
The angry bee now swells
And stings and sings and rings
Out of the cerebral valves
The party moves along
Prancing up to its jittery spots
The ground shakes in despondent sighs
The bee now hums in numbing cries
I tilt the hourglass upside down
The bee is now fleeing out of town
The rain turns green with envy
Hangs on thirsty boughs
The rain sits orphaned on the pavement
The rain now reeks of empty souls
The rain now sings of tired wins
The rain is burning on the pavement of sins!
3 comments:
"The rain is burning on the pavement of sins!"
love this!
omg!!u got me so thoughtful now.. I loved this one and the 'how are you' one.. Very nice,interesting and intriguing collection you have..Bengal has a lot of famous poets.. hope you grow into one of them soon.Good luck!!
@zradar
My pleasure, that you like my works!
Thank You indeed! :)
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