Yes, I Listen Poem by Piyush Mishra

Yes, I Listen

Rating: 5.0


Yes I listen,
to the gullible streets in the winter,
deserted,
As if a dead society is left
to blossom,
in the hills far from anyone's reach.

To the living,
staying hidden is pleasurable,
they have been there before many others,
But the old remarks the stillness,
walks through the dawn of cruelty,
And I have seen in his eyes,
darings of last adventure,
reflections of a struggled past.

Thursday, November 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Piyush Mishra 03 November 2017

Thank you

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Binayakumar Mohanty 02 November 2017

But the old remarks of stillness Walks through the dawn of cruelty And I have seen in his eyes daring of last adventure, reflection of a struggled past. I loved the poem nicely sketched.Thanks for sharing A huge 10++++ Piyushjee.I want more like this from you. Regards.

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