Nameless Fameless

Craning the head Settling in a busy city The nose searches a familiar smell But alas ! Lost Lost in the midst of thousands of reds blues and greens A brown wonders where to sit down Down by the drain he sits And looks on On towards the plain of metal roads And black smoke Ferry green ? Where is it ? Back down the memory lane Powerful winds with a rosemary smell Fills the nose back to reality AAcchhoo Disgusting the Brown thinks In this colorful world with such Dirty tricks Tricks played on wools and pins And even water to drink Drink ? And in search of that i come. Come far my land to this This land of reds blues and greens ! Saswati Barat 24th Dec 2009 10:03 PM

Can this humanity claim that it has drawn out the best of its manners can it say it has been fair to the world around How can the world feel so disoriented Opposinf its own preaching how can one call this Humanity Humane ?? Pretence is the mask taught taught to be glued and never taken apart lest someone catches you and shatter the existence of humanity in mere dust greed hypocricy and what not is made this humanity so inhuman to tolerate - Saswati barat 7-dec-2009