Rishit Desai Poems
|3.||The Supreme One||10/26/2012|
|4.||Ignorance: Virtue Or Vice?||2/21/2012|
|5.||Teardrops From Heaven||4/12/2012|
|6.||Destiny's Children - A Quatrain||5/28/2012|
|7.||Beyond The Law Of The Jungle||6/16/2012|
|8.||Stars Of Fortune||1/14/2012|
|9.||Why Did I Fall In Love This Time Of The Year?||2/2/2012|
|10.||You And Us||2/28/2012|
|11.||The Fluvial Mind||2/13/2012|
Life in the city is an awful hustle,
We make no time to look around;
Must complete a task to start anew that second,
Even the comforting bed is now a battleground.
This morning was like all the rest,
Who but cares for the cuckoo's nest;
Heart was just another muscle today,
Didn't vex nor pain for the grieving breast.
Eager to catch the first train out,
A push and a nudge bereft of a bout;
Time is a treasure never found in abundance,
To steal a moment is ever the key essence.
In some such days I did find success,
Found a few seconds ...