Another face in the opaque crowd searching for some translucence to diffuse and project his myriad thoughts through this utterly abhorrent state of lame rigidity.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

That-man in his naked feet


Treading the snow,
his naked feet shivered.

He envisaged
his days
of treading the burning coal.

When
he performed
the latter,
he envisaged
the former.

People
were however,
always entertained.

They envisaged both,
as he performed none.


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