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bread for an eye…

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Aug 2011 Contest, English Poetry

Human contemplation
of thousand emotions
is the weirdest thing
that seeks its existence in every being.
Every passer by or a stranger,
their glances and gestures,
and yes I contemplate every bit of it,
concocting stories on the dust where I sit.
Everyday actors of my action changes.
Flipping through the dust I can see withered images.
I sit alone and walk endlessly,
those faces unfamiliar smile blankly.
Yes I am in my fourth stage,
where some enlightened turns into sage.
These talks that I initially made are trivial
two brown bread a day is something essential.
I crave and I beg
to everyone I meet
and here you fulfilled my need,
I smiled as you rolled me in your film
I resumed walking in my fantasy and whim
all destined for the next day to begin….

12 Comments

  1. Vishvnand says:

    Beautifully penned depiction
    Liked the poem very much

    12Th line ” Smiles” should be “smile”, I think.

  2. vijay says:

    refreshingly nice

  3. Aarthika R says:

    I liked it very much:)

  4. Hardly Matters says:

    Hi,
    Every single poem of yours jog my memory about your human concern around the aura we dwell….
    I’m really thankful that You’re bringing me what i left behind long ago !!!!

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