I see them through my window
Where I sat
A latte in my hand
A choice
More by unseen social influence!
A busy place
People bustling end to end
To work and back
Earning to meet ends or luxury or in between
Some in dread and some in Joy
But I shall never know.
Yet some are sat alone ,coupled or in company
By the lined cafes
Chatting,laughing,silent and some grim.
What are they saying or not?
But I shall never know.
Amidst all this
Children running,cartwheeling ,giggling ,wailing or all of these
At once or in turn
They carry on.
What are their thoughts,fears and futures?
But I shall never know.
Buildings of all kinds
Some dark but many others with signs and lights
They have a lot to give but in return for sure.
I do know what they may have
how do they keep up?
But I shall never know.
High above ,the sky changes colours and patterns
Sun has gone slowly shy
Stars in glitters cabaret.
They see the world
What do they actually see?
But I shall never know
I sat by sipping my latte,
I wonder the creations around me
And smallness of my being
I am a cog in the wheel that turns
All I pray, is stay in the moment to turn the wheel
Because thats all I have
This moment.
I wonder.
I felt I was sitting by a cafe with Latte in my hand and seeing through your eyes, through your words Asha. Loved it! “Smallness of being” but still blessed around the wonders around us by God, I shall never know! Keep worrying Asha ❤️
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ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Asha. "Just a cog in the wheel that turns."
ReplyDeleteHow you have captured both humility and a sense of purpose in your poem.. Keep writing girl!!!
So deep with an alloy in between. Just reminds us of being present in the moment. .
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