I sat by the road
Watching people around me
They are from all walks of lives
Each with their own gestures
Some dressed elegantly
Some dressed moderately
Some in formal working suit
Some in casual suit
Like any other mornings
People rushing off to begin their task of the day
Rushes back home to rest after a day’s toil
Just like the birds
They fly out into the clear blue sky at dawn
And fly back to their nests at dusk
People rushes to start their day
The stations are pack with working executives
The roads are jam with cars back to back
The honk marks the start of the day
Another busy day
Each were identified by their dressing & gestures
Each has a name
They seem to know in hand the task of the day
They seem to have a purpose in life
Do they really know themselves?
Are they real or fake?
Do they know their direction?
A follower or a leader?
Do they really know?
Or they are just another dummy on earth
6 comments:
wow...good one!
Haha, you wrote this poem? You are getting poetic...
By the way, would like to add to your second stanza,
"Some in birthday suits"
It rhymes perfectly. Don't you think so?
;D
Susan: Thanks dear. I think poem expresses alot of inner thoughts rather than long winding words.
Edwin: Birthday suits? Hmm.. are you telling me something? hehe
Oppss.. forgot to answer you, Ed. Yes I wrote it. Good guess. But well, one can know also. It's not very poetic-lah. Just throw whatever words in my mind.
Nice one! People as they are mostly... seems to live with the flow. Either to prove something for themselves or to be accepted within the society around them. Made me pondered too sometimes. But could it be I'm one of them as well? Hmm...
True Kimmy. I often wondered and like how others see me, I guess I am one of them in the picture. I just pulled myself out of the ordinary scene and look at others.
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