Indian Ameri


Immortal Traveler

Broiling in the blackness of tar;

Expected a force to rescue me,

Came the steel avalanche;

Winds of pollution dragged and flew me,

Tore apart my only body;

I reached the doors to heaven,

Danced in the shadows of the gutter,

Was not ‘just’ a plastic cover on the road;

Am an immortal traveler in the gutter.
- H2S
(Been long I watched some garbage on the road in Lexington, and it lifted my spirits one way or the other)
posted by Hariharasudhan Cd at Thursday, September 13, 2007


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