So here I am
Sitting on a stone bench
Near the 59th lane,
Looking at the passers by
Trying to read their faces
Half shaded or dimly lighted
Thinking troubles or happiness
Then I look up at the clouded sky
And I wonder what it is trying to say
The sunbeams looking through
The crevices in the layered clouds
And spreads out like peacock feathers
Or the spinning wheel of time
Grand in demeanour expressing delight
A painted sky to remember all my life..
Oh ! It is time for me to go on for a while
Happy to see a flower by the roadside
Acknowledging a wave from a child passing by.
कोई टिप्पणी नहीं:
एक टिप्पणी भेजें
कुछ अपने मन की भी कहिए