This is poem for a http://www.storiesspace.com/
I wanted to share it with you guys.
Again great Thank You to Gypsymoth! She is doing miracle with my writing
Sunday -- The Colourful City
The hectic city embraces me,
Frantic people surround me,
Crazy children are all over me.
Adults wear their best clothes,
Children exhibit their worst behaviour.
The city is fast paced, and too noisy for my taste.
I am jostled about as I day dream
of how wonderful it would be to walk around an empty city,
To enjoy the powerful music of the city’s silence
in the early morning is a beautiful experience.
I wonder as I walk: why I am part of this hectic city?
I long for empty streets early on a Sunday morning,
And wish I could at least hear my thoughts.
The hectic city is too much for me,
It is even too much for the City itself.
People behave badly, trying to hide it from the crowd,
Or they don’t try to hide it at all.
Children are on their worst behaviour,
Because they don’t know any better.
And me, in the middle of the crowd,
Try to figure out what I am doing there,
While I yearn to feel the soothing power of a peaceful Sunday morning.
December 1. 2010
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