An array of
shops slept on each side pull-
ing a
lonely brownish sheet over the street.
He slowly
stirred from his sleep pull-
ing the rag
from his disheveled outfit,
making a
move in the early morning ennui-
bitten
street.
A dark line
outlined the all brownish-
street’s
contours and he was more brownish,
he sat
up on the step, nothing reflected
in his weary
eyes, dry and blank, lips parched.
The sand
road like an illusion of his lips
looked high
onto sky, yearning.
He got up
wearily and looked all-around:
his
wrinkled face, tattered hair, thin limbs
Making
deeper contours outdid the all brown tint
He walked
on slowly, the road stretched carelessly
He walked
on aimless as a dark spot disappearing.
Golden rays
of morning slowly started its vibrant strokes.
Sleeping shops are possibly the best sort?! :)
ReplyDeleteof-course....no better option for your pockets.....;)
DeleteDark and desolate until that last line. Hooray! The sun will come out! Great device.
ReplyDeleteWow! Lovely piece of poetry :)
ReplyDeleteLike this prose a lot
"The sand road like an illusion of his lips
looked high onto sky, yearning."
aha...the rays of the Sun finally banishes all the gloom. Beautiful piece, Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteI never thought the post would end like this but then we never know how everything and anything ends ...:)You are an incredible poet! xoxo
Beautiful ... your poems are so deep in thought and wonderfully rendered ... keep writing :-)
ReplyDeleteI can see him, thin and alone. Am grateful for the sun!
ReplyDeleteThis is what happens when you don't have your morning coffee, eh?
ReplyDeletehadn't had the time for coffee..no shops were open and the bus was moving so slow....:-)
DeleteI will assume he is homeless, but see that the poem ends with optimism...and the golden rays of morning. An effective write, Sreeja. You tackle such a wide variety of subjects; and I appreciate that.
ReplyDeleteI feel sad when I see homeless people in the street. His aimless walk is telling of his condition.
ReplyDeleteThis culmination that erases him is exquisitely written. Thus we ignore what we cannot deal with, distracted by sun rise. I love the brownness of this pre-dawn street, especially the two opening lines and that idea of the rhyming sheet:
ReplyDelete" An array of shops slept on each side pull-
ing a lonely brownish sheet over the street."
You made me feel sorry for the man. I could see this dark, cold street and the man, homeless, wandering. The only thing that saved it from the gloom was the sun starting to shine. What a great word canvas you painted.
ReplyDeletethis is a wonderful capture of him..i have a huge heart for the homeless...and in noticing the cast offs of our society...i do like the end though as there is a nice turn there....
ReplyDeleteI, too, have seen my share of homeless people in my country.The seeming uncaring face of the city. If only that person can see that there is so much more than that. The end of the poem shows us.
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