The pavement borrows romance
From dry smile of a dying moon;
The night bleeds in unprovoked assault of moments
Redefining the mirth and birth of hunger...
The dawn remains an elusive dream forever.
From dry smile of a dying moon;
The night bleeds in unprovoked assault of moments
Redefining the mirth and birth of hunger...
The dawn remains an elusive dream forever.
Very nicely penned!
ReplyDeleteThank you for encouragement
DeleteThe "unprovoked assault of moments" hits hard.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you...I met the reality of romance in night life of the pavement dwellers of city while on official duty and generated this poem...
DeleteCould get a feeble network after 36 hours...it had been devastating in a four hours storm....my orchard, backyard and flower garden all look like a battlefield...still glad to see nature repairing the wounds inflicted by us...my regards