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Friends and I |
This is poem simply about trying to find the ephemeral stillness in this super busy world. It goes something like this:
I stood in the stillness of a square,
with all the traffic whizzing past me.
People inside boxes on wheels, trying
to get to somewhere else they can be.
Watch out, move over, get out of here!
This is all they say. Nobody waiting for
a moment, too busy to stop a while and
just enjoy the stillness of a wild stare.
I miss those days, I would look at the
bright blue sky. Just a few friends and an
old scooter. Sipping a slice and taking our
sweet time to give world a blinding glare.
Lying in the bed with a few puffs
floating around in foggy air. Taking my
time-out from this active world. My friends
barging in and searching here and there.
They find a lonely cup and use it for
an ashtray. I just lie in the bed and
an ashtray. I just lie in the bed and
laugh at them. A kick and a punch;
here we go again, what do we care!
Pushkar Bajpai
Good poem
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