pat pakla

Time - Poem by pat pakla

Rushes like the waves of the ocean
Brushes like a comb brush
Where we go we don’t know
Our destination is unsure
We’re all in this great van of life
Jerking the stony pavement
The oxen bellow
Dust wafts in the air
The haze of sky in irony
Nature breaths as doom
In solemn and still silence
No man no talk
The wheel and peddle
The carrier and bell
The traffic dwindles
And spurt of adrenaline spill
Silence and no noise
No nerve in man and woman
Hush, the heavens draw
The sound the dance
The trumpet loud and louder
Planet in chaos and multitudes too
Confusion confusion no man stands
Women? They saw women
Love they perverted
Affection prevented
Now feeling negated
No likes dislikes and shame
And they drunk the ink
And forecast further
The future their destiny uncertain
Waiting for a factor
One common denominator
Time, how precious

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  • Vipins Puthooran (12/23/2011 7:53:00 AM)

    Time is precious / a good poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011

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