Thursday, November 7, 2013

The Sleeping Man

The sleep came silently
In the middle of the day
And without the care of this world
He fell on the pathway.

It was near a tourist place
Where the world converges
But he lied there inanimate
Even as world crossed his way

With a sandal on his feet
Other floating in the drain
Flies on his mouth and feet
There he lay, almost dead

Beside him stands the taxi
Claiming to be ‘City Service’
The very city he came to work
From a village far away

This the world we live in
Loving emptiness of monuments
Amusing ourselves with the dead
Even if world is dying
We simply don’t care
Just move away, carefully.

© Tarun Mitra

1 comment:

Tomichan Matheikal said...

Nice shot and moving lines.