InsecurityA Poem by poddar kushalInsecurity------------------------- The bike and its rounds, Everyday at this time, The sound like a child Whining in insecurity. Air fiddles with her hair who Stands at the balcony. From there the air will go To the lady amid Rubbles. She wants pieces Of her innocent daughter. Though the bombed premises Has no security.
© 2008 poddar kushalReviews
|
Stats
420 Views
13 Reviews Added on March 30, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|