silence plays no pleasing ride <br />not chaos <br />a lonely track of befusing <br />to its last breath <br />runs simply to make its ruin <br /> <br />man means money <br />if society you follow <br />the charm to chariot <br />meaningless to put its meaning <br />beyond these the busy track <br />locates you with definite arrow <br /> <br />day seeks hide <br />to nights apron <br />night flows <br />as stream follows unknown source <br />the silent origin <br /> <br />but to me <br />wind blows high <br />the depth of departing clock <br />ticks no talk <br />since its ultimate lock <br />deadly exists to stupidity <br />encircled orbit of life and death <br /> <br />lower much lower the templing shadow <br />the tomb looks high to touch <br />that sovereign savor <br />creates or createless <br />static tranquil <br /> <br />silence plays no good <br />no chaos plays the evil <br />the shadow and snobbery <br />high the hell dreaming the heavn of beauty <br />man means money <br />whether alive or dead <br />dip or drop <br />saint or salient <br />the track of loneliness <br />follows you <br />to its extreme.... <br /> <br />Pranab k c <br />28/09/2012<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/track-of-loneliness/
