the light post stands alone
by the side of the tar coated road
shedding a pale yellow glow across
the half dead grasses at its concrete base
the moths move fast
around the hanging bulb of glass
filling the air with their whining
their dead bodies hang onto blades
of grasses like tiny beads of dry skin
silence pervades deep
into the lives as the devil
spreads its scary influence across
the remote corner of innocent world
and the light post standsas a mute
spectator to the long procession of dead
Outstanding poem on the subject, I liked the way you described the mute standing of a lamp-post/ Light Post standing and witnessing so many things quitely. Insightful poem with philosophical touch. Beyond ratings yet 100+++
A lamp post the silent spectator holding every thing. Beautiful conception. Thank-you sir.
Scary over all Into the every pore of wind Invisible assassin Life in danger with every step of breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence pervades deep/into the lives as the devil/spreads its scary influence across/the remote corner of innocent world....beautifully put! An excellent poem....10/10