I am just a man in the street
Who knows my stock, my stint,
My wait and my thoughts?
I see the world as world naked
The way it exists, manifests and acts
No one wears goggles to conceal his leers
Nor veils to cover his dirty deals
Every good, bad and ugly feat
Is gazzetted by my sharp ommatea
I see them all, in awe, sometimes smiling
Sometimes surprising and often despising
One casual stroll into a crowded road
I collect enough meat to feed
The hungry poet lurking in my heart
Every morning I wake up happy
With handful of boisterous letters
That rear to fly free into the air
To create all around, terrible flutters
that is good going for a man in the street...i think the streets you streak with your feels naked are crowded... impressive lines, satya...10
A man in the street has freedom to talk more than a man in powers for the latter should guard his tongue for fear of any adverse consequences when he spells a wrong word in public.
This is a nice & thoughtful poem! 20/10! When you get time, do read my - A Tribute To The Ricksha-pullers Of Calcutta - Raj Nandy
sathya - This poem reveals the source of your voice, your sense of truth. Keep your eyes and your heart open. Blessings - Cheryl
you are an observer of life and soak it up like a sponge. what you said about Samuel Johnson is true of you in every sense. 10
Great poem. You seem to be like an onlooker, someone who watches whats happening in front of you. Very lovely: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet with watchful heart indeed.Expect more from you Sathya.write more.Thanks for sharing