Saturday, June 29, 2013

The Street Lamp

I see cars whiz past. 
Children, men, old persons walk by.

I stand by through steely winter dawns, 

Bustling summer sunsets 
Autumn nights and chirpy spring noons.

While a chink of light 

Sneaks out through the curtains
From that building across the street, furtively 
As if reaching out to me. 

I bow down before the sun in the day.

But what good is a tree in winters?
While the moon and I sway in a duet 
And during a downpour, I meet myself 
In a puddle down there. 

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