Buffalo soldiers of Indian kind
For a life, in the decadent city …
That child with a broken leg
Runs to get that expectant half rupee …
I look around, for hope
But hopelessness is all I see …
And then it happens: The light, the signal and the movement …
There is wind in my hair
And this song in my ear …
All the worries a minute ago
Seem to kind of disappear …
Things are so beautiful, full of life and cheer
Why would anyone complain of despair …
For I have just moved out of a traffic jam, my dear …
9 comments:
Ooooooh! We've got a poet's mind on the market view :)
:).. put it down to the market that i work in !!
And what if you were in there a lil longer,
may be the urge wda been a lil stronger
to jump out and chuck it all,
To respond to a beggar's call,
to zoom in a bylane,
to discover a new market insane..
ha ha just playing along.. sorry if I just got carried away...fun market yours! nice reading!
oh GOD! tantalizing effect :( wasn't predictable though.
ray ben > a ha..no probs.. feel free to comment..its a free market you know..:)!
thanks for dropping by. hope to see you around.
samudraa > i'm not sure what you meant.
Goes to show what life is - a surprising mix of the heavy and the trivial :)
i meant that the end was not predictable.But if u keep writting stuff like this,i will expect sum twist like this towards the end in all of them ;)
And yep,glad u liked "amma".wish i cud have this long discussion with u on that,
Another twist!
Ram, I am fascinated by your poetic thoughts. I never knew there was a poet hidden in you during the college days.
Are you saying that 'Life is just a sum total of contrasting emotions' or that we miss the big picture in life in search of trivial pursuits
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