Narrow wide winding and straight,
We have roads too many
But no path to take us anywhere.
Hands feet and heads are on their way
But no man to be seen anywhere.
Hustle bustle talk and chatter
But no words to be heard around,
Ear-splitting deafening noise
But pin-drop silence all around.
Nothing nothing naught is there
Eyes with no vision in there,
Throbbing heart and breathing lungs
With no light and stifling air,
Living beings walking about
Alas there’s no life around.
I particularly liked the stark contrast and counterpoint between the physical/external world;hustle,bustle,throbbing and the inner/contemplative where the writer expresses an absence.Strong stuff,and an excellent first post on this site,hopefully the first of many!
Thanks Louis Kasatkin..sir, I am so humbled by your encouraging words of praise for my poem.