Some Things I Still See The Same - Poem by Piyush Dey
Today, when i walk through the streets of life,
i can see nothing old,
nothing is old here, everything's gold,
The old houses of craft and imagination
are gone now,
Those early talks of passion gone too,
Those blissful cups of love and rain, either.
Still, lingering through these anger-filled
some things, i still see the same,
The guidance of grandfather still
roaming in the fresh streets of compassion,
Those watchful dawns of victory still won,
Those lovely cups of sweat and tear,
That friendly breeze of sun-born desire,
Those vast clouds of leisure by earthly
hands, still sweeping,
Those swift races of exquisite excellence,
Yes, some things i still see the same,
some things i still feel the same.
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