Sunday, December 21, 2014

Zest (A Poem)

It is dark
Street lights are on
and streams of vehicles
moving on and on
Everything is on the move
People, buses and trains
also active
are those heavily pouring rains
nothing is inactive
just one exception
it is me
sitting and wondering on a cushion
When will they, I wonder
all come to rest?
Well, when ends their zest
will they all come to rest
When your zest
is finished and over
It may be anything
Its end is near

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