These are the times we are living in,
when the hours are measured
by the ticking of time-bombs
and our slumber broken with wounded cries.
The taste of blood is unknown to none
though we choose not to see tears.
Smiles are forced and no
sign of mirth appears however hard one tries.
No more do the streets assume
the bearing of the City's Bride;
Lost is the innocent twinkle
which ever brightened those tramps' eyes.
2 comments:
a very nice poem...
wow.. you have a way with words....indeed its been quite some time since I have read such good lucid and candid flow of words.. you r a prolific writer.. and truly your words especially the poem to the President have found resonance within....
Way to go lady.. please keep updating your blog..
Regards
Aditya
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