I wonder at times.
Sitting alone.
Lost among the crowd and the din.
All about life
Sometimes I wonder is it really worth a thought or should I let it go
Moments pass
Experience.
A feeling of detachment.
Sometimes it smells of a hospital
A sick man.
Who is about to die
Given up all hope.
The graph going down
Out of the screen
Its gone. Where does it go
Ruins. Dead leaves scattered everywhere
Stairs leading nowhere
Time stands still
I gaze at the vaccum around me.
Nonchalantly.
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one more illusion of Bindu what I see in this poem.