The solemn moving trees
The sound of the breeze
The dried tap hissing
The fading division on the bridge
Every feather speaks
The silence of a book
The guilt of a crook
The culture of bricks
The stairs to civics
Every feather speaks
Lost in the walking sky
Followed by God’s only spy
With freedom and chains
With hype and claims
From the feeling of nothing
To the awards and drinks
Every moment claps
Every moment grins
The early morning yawn
To writing late in the dawn
From meditation to sullen exposure
People to electronics
Chocolates to sugary tonics
Every feather speaks
Every moment grins
Every nugget sparkles
Every leaf swings
Life on streets to people in policies
Every child plays the rhythm of his own dreams
Shringi
23 March 2008
The sound of the breeze
The dried tap hissing
The fading division on the bridge
Every feather speaks
The silence of a book
The guilt of a crook
The culture of bricks
The stairs to civics
Every feather speaks
Lost in the walking sky
Followed by God’s only spy
With freedom and chains
With hype and claims
From the feeling of nothing
To the awards and drinks
Every moment claps
Every moment grins
The early morning yawn
To writing late in the dawn
From meditation to sullen exposure
People to electronics
Chocolates to sugary tonics
Every feather speaks
Every moment grins
Every nugget sparkles
Every leaf swings
Life on streets to people in policies
Every child plays the rhythm of his own dreams
Shringi
23 March 2008
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