Wednesday, 18 January 2012

PRAYER BEADS

Prayer beads on the tree,
did the elderly threw them away or did he forget what he needs?
As they lay strangled and stray,
i wonder as the leaves whisper in my ears.
the destitute across the street knows our secret (as I silently watch my reflection on d bus's window pane).
as she whispers to me chuckling, satisfaction is moksha.

-captain looney

1 comment:

  1. you are much more expressive and evocative in english..develop it further

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