Wasteland Poem by Prasanna Mishra

Wasteland

In a wet morn
I saw a child
In a state of ecstasy
Watching a lazy water spider
Creating bubbles
In a cesspool
On the city-road.
With little else, except
The deafening silence around
To celebrate about.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: disappointment
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