For the Day

The hunchbacked day and its stolid appearance Looking not in the eye of busy wayfarers  Searching for the fallen dreams  Stowing them in a nondescript place of concrete Difficult to get away from stringy dialogues Every possible window has a hazy look Frosted breath and the perennial struggle Still, there is hope Without stomping in exasperation Freedom of life is writ on a soul Help the … Continue reading For the Day