Saturday, August 31, 2013

Poem 32 : A rogue of thousand streets

In the familiar
But unfamiliar streets
There was a rogue
Of  thousand streets

Roaming around
Lost and smitten
Stricken by the denial
Of the only one who mattered

Unsure and unabated
He slithered aimlessly
Unable to withstand
The surge of pain

All that was there
Was seen no where
All that was taken
Was never given back

He wondered was
This the time to change
Unable to decide
He went further and farther.


                                        - Shashank K D(02-02-2012)

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