Silver Lining Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Lining



When I find a seat in the bus
thoughts throng me words rush
when I stand in the jostle I regret
how rhymes are frittered go a-waste!

But in standing there's a silver lining
I care to see the visages around me
darkly grim or happily shining
the many faces of moving poetry!

Monday, November 25, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: silver,standing
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