Longer Zone Poem by Prasad Natarajan

The Kho he hoo, Kho he hoo sounds of the known,

Get lost in the Droom, droom, pomp, pomp groan,

Of the four, two flashing wheels on man made roads,

His waiting mate, waits more patiently for codes,



No dusk, no morn, the Droom, droom never stops,

Under bridges and over the blinking concrete shops,

No sun, No moon, No stars, No breeze, No silver drops,

No dusk, no morn, the Droom, droom never stops,



Twinkling fake bulbs, Oh! Harsh, too harsh to fly,

Many wings have forsaken, forsaken this place; their sweet good bye,

The Kho he hoo, Kho he hoo sounds of the known,

His waiting mate, will have to wait for longer zone.



©Prasad.N May 4th 2014

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