Craning the head
Settling in a busy city
The nose searches a familiar smell
But alas !
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
Disgusting the Brown thinks
In this colorful world with such
Tricks played on wools and pins
And even water to drink
And in search of that i come.
Come far my land to this
This land of reds blues and greens !
24th Dec 2009