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Some shutters down, some rise,
scenes fly past the busy eyes.
But do you see, he who goes slow?
Trudging along on his battered shoes.
Listless hands and a muddied face,
an antithesis to the surrounding race.
Carrying a pallid soul and many a bruise.
Alone he walks but isn't an only one.
Every turn, bodies stumble, souls die;
you may see them lying on the wayside.
But no time to spare; busy you are ... in your run.
On an unrelated note, the next post has to be on the trip to Hong Kong and Taiwan.
5 comments:
Is this poetry a way to tell the world that you've become fat and have started going on a morning run? :P
btw, it was a nice read :)
Interesting read.
i'm just going to say that if you wrote that, that was really good and unique and I haven't read much like it. I mean I wish I could write poetry that moves someone. What was it about? I thought it was that we go through our busy lives but don't stop for those we need to care about or see the bigger picture.
Interesting!
@kunal lol no .. that will never happen :P
@vivek, it took a while for you to come up with that :P
@nata-tat-tat interesting name :P yes, everything on my blog is my own creation (except for the template, that is borrowed and 'customised' :P) and yeah, you have understood it correctly, more or less :)
@raam pyari, :)
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