Away from home
As I take the morning bus to work everyday
Through forests, rivers, wild bushes and hills,
Old villages, rugged people, some children, innocent smiles
There stands one rock, firm and still.
Drenched from the morning dew
Glistening from it the morning light
Alone it stands.
Away from home
Away from the woman I loved
Away from all the dreams of becoming a writer
As I watch the rock everyday
It reminds me
Of myself.
Thousands of years it has been
And there are more to come
Still it waits.
Under morning dew, with the yellowish Sun
With rivers, wild bushes and unknown flowers
Perhaps...
For no one.
. - Aug 05, '13
As I take the morning bus to work everyday
Through forests, rivers, wild bushes and hills,
Old villages, rugged people, some children, innocent smiles
There stands one rock, firm and still.
Drenched from the morning dew
Glistening from it the morning light
Alone it stands.
Away from home
Away from the woman I loved
Away from all the dreams of becoming a writer
As I watch the rock everyday
It reminds me
Of myself.
Thousands of years it has been
And there are more to come
Still it waits.
Under morning dew, with the yellowish Sun
With rivers, wild bushes and unknown flowers
Perhaps...
For no one.
. - Aug 05, '13
Perhaps the rock has stories to share and the adjacent moss has ears to hear.
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