by Shivanjani Naidu | |
Published on: Jan 8, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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The hustle and bustle in the city Hastening feet and smiles gritty Dim to the clamour as copper scatters Even when dulled by the tatters Lining the old blue felt of his hat Compassion had broke this stranger’s tread “God bless you, dear lady” And trust He will to it see For my cards dealt on this hand Entitles me blessings I may only lend In the cheerful shrug of shoulders Wrapped in new leathers I learn how its warmth feels Peering into a lit café A secret witness as night steals day And a bunch of red roses seals Young lovers' passion Mutual and knowing no ration Happiness to go home to From thinking of those other than you Despair is the company only For them who think lonely For now, I bid farewell My rare pal And to my more regular companion Hunger, and his comrade Seclusion Rest assured as new days prevail He will wake me up without fail. « return. |