NOCTURNAL BEDLAM Under the foot-lights in-rag life, Shattered by cold memories and hope Lay there a head unnoticed. Seen by the unseen eyes of million souls. Widely awake amidst nocturnal silence But none a shadow of known, none for him Himself spoken hastily greed of acquaintance Heard by the unheard million souls. Jargons would pour, in-suit would articulate. And all lost in the blissful smoke But such are the times real cherished Of the anticipated beautiful days. In hand to prosaic, melancholy blink Life trail of the lifeless train But ignominious be borne by whom? The in-rag or the man with forgotten promises?
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 06:44:50 +0000
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