The corner shop that serves us tea
And houses all furore.
From rising price to falling stars
In voices shrill and sore.
A pair of eyes does follow them
Look askance at their din
When closing shop with little hands
And washing strainers clean.
A simple riddle troubles her,
At times does make her smile
How grown up men have silly fights
Knowing all the while
People die and prices rise,
Stars shoot up at night.
Among things does never change
Her books drink in streetlight.
9 comments:
"When closing shop with little hands
And washing strainers clean."
Very touching!!! a very nice piece i must say!!
I like, I like very much. Very evocative.
an engaging rhythm...
"People die and prices rise,
Stars shoot up at night."
--loved these lines!
and the image is too god
Sing-song in a very very very nice way.
:)
# All the Lovely people- Thanks for all the 'nice' words.
Darned sems in the way of posting again!!! Will recover and post as soon as they get over.
it is a lovely piece :) so unassuming and simple, yet touching in its simplicity!
*Among things does never change
Her books drink in streetlight.*
Loved it! Studying at the end of a long day.. Wow!
Superb! Loved it!
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