July 10, 2009


she walks aimlessly,
without speaking single word,
people stare at her,
but she's busy in her thoughts,
away from the world of friends.

cunning fellow mates,
turns phlegmatic during grief,
only sympathies,
tricky word flows out of lips,
part of politics.

wandering shadows,
roaming around aimlessly,
without any thoughts,
without any destiny,
just following us.

historical poets,
left the world, but remainings,
of them are still there,
leaving behind their poetry,
wonder food for thoughts.
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