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Posted on: May 04, '07

It's a sad sad world

Bunch of Flowers

I sat in front of the
foamy beer mug

Except the faint music
Club was quiet
I saw ignited
faces of people

A sip, then two and
another can make
wonder I thought
to help me
forget that child
who appeared
in the traffic signal
with a bunch of flowers

she kept the flowers
on the back seat
and raised her hands
towards me
her sharp eyes
passed through my
conscience

Along the dark wide road
I saw her reflection.
In each and every stop
I thought she is waiting for me
like a connoisseur

While returning home
late night
beside the traffic signal
I saw a bunch of crowd
looking at the dead body
of a child
lying in a pool of blood
I turned back to ensure that
the bunch of flowers
are still there.

Raghs49

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dexterous2001 said:
excellent work.we need people like you.

May 08, '07

PurpleChutneySpeaks said:
hi...this is extremely poignant. believe it or not i have gone through the same thing some time back. have been wanting to write on that for some time now.just havent gotten around to doing it yet

May 06, '07

Raghs4901 said:
Dear Mr Subbu Sir,

If you want to realise what is life in mumbai you have to see it with your own eyes. i described the sorry figure of a city which is known as the financial capital of India. As a poet i want to be 100% realistic and not a philosopher always. I value your comments.
Regards,

May 04, '07

PurefriendshipCAP said:
Hi dear Ragh's,
The anguish and anxiety seen from
your heart, for the unknown kid
Yes some time some one touches our hearts.
Those innocent eyes pierce like never before,
Flowers in one hand, and pleading face for alms.
Survival is the motto,
Existance is God's veto.

It's too late to regret
May be if u help her out
That time to cross over to
Other part of the city, to
See that she lives today.

Sitting in a bar with stranded thoughts,
Like a mug of beer to get drained by sip by sip
Life moves on from moment to moment.

Failures to fame at stake,
Fight out and bring out the best.

That's humanity !

Keep blogging your thoughts, cherish the mind.
Vent out your feelings, freshen up the heart with full of bliss.

Subbu

May 04, '07

navrangpura2006 said:
enjoy life. work hard,love all,think positive

May 04, '07

ShobChen said:
No words come to my mind right now... simply pulls at the heart... painful but awesome!

May 04, '07

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