Sights Of A Bombay Morning Poem by Memories And Hope
Sights Of A Bombay Morning
The dog skips the puddle
Nose quivering for a cuddle,
The leash quivers under the strain
His eyes moist with pain.
The girl holds the books tight
Trying to hide from their sight,
Eyes search anxiously for the late bus,
Why did I wear this mini, so much fuss.
Taxis dart like a strange ant strain
Chaos multiplied by the incessant rain,
Passengers read the daily papers
Tracking the politicians capers.
The child’s school bag is like a trunk
Under its weight he is totally sunk,
The drivers smile at his load
No one helps him cross the road.
My cigarette smoke hurts my eye
I will get to work, bye and bye,
My laptop battery, tired tries to blink
I ain’t stopping till I finish this poem, what does it think!
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4/25/2024 5:35:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Delightful and refreshing, I love the critical observation and I had to smile, to me it was a colourful painting, into which I was drawn, I was there that very morning or so it seemed, like a 3 minute movie and then at the end, back to the author quick as a flash, seen enough! ! BRILLIANT.