Saturday, September 21, 2013

A city, a rickshaw, a window mine,

The city
Comes
Like a bluerickshaw,
By the wall,
Through window glass mine,
Standing so sleepy,
Unoccupied,
Primordial,
Symbolism
Of the city...
Its unique solitude,
Amidst a Saturday bath...
Amidst hurly burly...
As spiritual existence of Be ing
A three hundred year old and more
Bracing new with the old,
And growing forever...
Growing...
Evolving...

As evolves life,

As evolves times,


( Note: the picture/photo is taken by me, as usual, real time)

No comments:

Post a Comment

The State Funeral

At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut,  She could not have spoken for  The rare award,  The police have done the th...