Dust laden greenery, planted
on a divider of the busy road, smiles;
with every honk of the whizzing wheels
Roots are fenced
by concrete and steel
That tar you along
with long and curvy roads
And you pause a smile from afar
Laughing at the buzzing traffic signals
Every shoot from the industrial chimney
Paint your face black.
Wilted, you crunch a smile
Till corporation truck
Muck you far away on a stinking hill
How you shovel
Your earthy smile
Towards a broader space somewhere
into the sky
It rain
An untold mystery to me
Startling imagery is the hallmark of this literary work.
Thanks Vijay Nair Jee
An inimitably crafted, kaleidoscopic foray into the existential.
This is very precious of thy comments dear Sir Louis Kasatkin. How others think this poetry is a compact of startling imagery, lures me to the notion that; seeing an ocean waves one thinks of a bump on it’s surface instead of one linear whole, a flux towards its end.
This is very precious of thy comments dear Sir Louis Kasatkin. How others think this poetry is a compact of startling imagery, lures me to the notion that; seeing an ocean waves one thinks of a bump on it’s surface instead of one linear whole, a flux towards its end.