A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: Iii Poem by indira babbellapati
A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: Iii
Rating: ★3.1
Huddled we sit
In this universe
Not really knowing
One another
When the baser instincts
Dance shamelessly
We take part
In the performance...
Don't we all live
In the same glass-house
Don't we all dance
On the same fragile stage?
Don't we,
Don't we...?
(08 Aug 2011)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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4/25/2024 12:04:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, it is aptly said in your poem, it is the world of platic smiles. We live here without any feelings.... A good poem..............................