He stands
at a crossroad
Doesn't know
where he will go...
His mind says right
his heart contradicts
Let's leave it on fate, a coin
his mind, the danger, it predicts
A smooth breeze is blowing
teasing, cajoling the conflicts
His hand reaches in his pocket
takes out what most, him, addicts
He takes out a cigarette
He lights up the flame
bends to light the smoke
the flame, the wind, it tames
It moves from west to east
it moves from north to south
Running away from the cigarette
running away from his mouth
The wind stops suddenly
The flame stands tall
His heart tries to light the cigarette
his mind stops and thinks of squalls
His eyes dart back to the roads around him
not knowing where to go
He thinks he cannot survive in this world
his mind is too slow
He lights the flame again
he watches it grow
He lights up his smoke, decides
to stay till he gets to know
The smoke goes down his throat
it hits them lungs
Rises up to kick the brain
and come out touching the tongue
The clouds of smoke
clear up his brain
He asks now "Are cigarettes
his boon or bane??"
He moves to his right
he turns to his left
He thinks, thinks hard
of what left him bereft
He moves around in circles
he moves around in vain
He moves and moves and moves
just to come back again
His cigarette's almost done
he throws down the butt
He still stands at the crossroad
he has an idea, but
He'll stand
at the crossroad
until he gets to know
which way's the best to go
I'll stand
at the crossroad
till I find
a place to go......
2 comments:
well.. u forgot to switch it to the 3rd person in the last paragraph!!
neway.. nicely done. hope u get the right way ahead for ur future..
lol man....no....i wanted to say that I was the person who was in the poem all along.....!!! or rather, the poet was talking about himself in the poem by referring to himself as a person in his own thoughts...!!! get it???
:D :D
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