Sleeping stone of innocence <br />quite ambiently stuck up in yellow cities <br />unlike trees of nature blossomed <br />with joys and tears together. <br /> <br />sleeping stone aside <br />sunbathed in raved up bickerings <br />nudges the pavement dwellers <br />slumberd in their deep silence <br />slovenly frizzled across their woes of linings. <br /> <br />and their nacked children quite tizzy in the slum <br />throws spotive art into their tears <br />falling from the crowd unscathed <br />like leaves in autumn disowned. <br /> <br />they supposed to live and lie <br />like grass blade on the other side of river <br />in connivance with sleeping stones gestures <br />leaving all their nacked gods undiminished <br />into the expanded arms of storms, <br /> <br />letting off all persuasive angers <br />flared up beneath the masked up sorrows <br />of rulling grass, like snow fed morning <br />hanging by the hinges of the dusts. <br /> <br />Dr.subhendu kar<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-stone-2/
