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
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
Comments
The poem is very realistic in today's world, where we are chasing colors [of this world,which is such illusive in the end. We are missing the real colors of life and those small pleasures from those days bygone.
You wrote it with nice precision and expertise. Good. You are stating an individual's perception that actually is summing up the real world today.
No, I would post smtg soon. Merry Christmas.
Keep writing more.
I think you are have not logged into your blog for soem time sothat you could approve it.