The road is quiet
Patches of dry tar
Patches of clear sky
A faint scent of eucalyptus
Dim streetlamp
A lone man stands
Peacefully smoking
Occasional puff of smoke
Content with himself
Looking at the sky
A parked car
As though sleeping
To wake up at dawn
And break the spell
But for now,
The road is quiet
Me
- HellBound but Still Divine
- Pune, Maharashtra, India
- I consider myself a science student... I read, i observe, i think and i write.. this is a reflection of me
3 comments:
this poem makes me real uneasy....
the recurring motif of streets and streetlights is interesting to observe
@aneesh: yes, i thought of all three poems while walking [peace and peace II on the same road in fact and in those conditions]
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