Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Street Singer

Rain drops fell on my gray umbrella
Knocking with the sound of a thousand dreams
But they failed to make to my lazy ears
Which were waiting for my legs to make the move.

"Laugh Aloud,Cry Along"
The woman, rather the girl sang
Dusky little thing as she...
Her voice through the rain reached some ears around
Pausing some of those wet legs in the street
Passing a tiny small wave of silence along with it.

More subtle was the pause than those words
Which were roaming around my idle brain
my eyes glanced the distaste in the faces
Of those disturbed minds,running as ever
In the city which never sleeps with the people
Who never woke up to look around.

Leaving a penny in her cap, i joined them
And her song washed out slowly.