The Journey

A myriad colors zipped past a roving eye

The mesh of wires rendered black the blue of the sky

Hordes swept into a tiny box, in and out the whole day

Some looked morose while others appeared gay

One with many and yet alone, the next moment a fate unknown

A woman’s sash flew out a door in a wave, all outside a mere hazy sway

The dance of life continued unabated…a string of puppets on a tune by god created 

Megha Sharma


~ by eugenicist on March 21, 2012.

2 Responses to “The Journey”

  1. Megha.. wow.. your play with words is amazing.

    Glad to have found you at `indiblogger. Your newest follower and a regular visitor now.

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