you ran down on me, and trashed me
like the dust underneath the wheels of a truck,
and i,
i went behind you,
gaining an ephemeral momentum,
like the same loose dust,
mindlessly rushing behind it.
nota bene:
my eyes saw the dust and
imagination created the rest
6 comments:
wow!
:-)
First isn't it paradoxical?
Then isn't it ironic?
Now isn't it too dusty? :-D
Nice one. Honest. I could actually see the dust rising and then rushing towards a receding truck... :-)
thanks a lot, er! :-) i seriously donno wht went wrong with regard to this post--not sure if ppl really liked it or not. for me, it's one of the best, bcos this is the first time i was able to capture well, a plight that i imagined.
Nicely captured! :) I can sense a helplessness, right or wrong?
thanks anu - thanks a ton!! :-)
umm... yeah u r right! helplessness in the 'i' of the poem - not in the author though! :-)
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