Archive | August, 2011

In this city

30 Aug

From a bus through the city,
I saw its poverty.
From the depths of my heart,
A line, “So sad!”
A moment of thought, “Better try to
Craft a good Haiku.”
Then to let the sight, the thought, the emotion
Fade into oblivion.
For the bus has to move on, and so do I,
To my future, which I wait to see.
To ignore and to forget, I am used to.
What do you say ? Aren’t you ?


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