A strange verandah <br />old and vanquished eyes <br />toothless sunken cheeks <br />looking at the road <br />years of hunger dancing in front <br /> and <br /> thirst for all unachieved <br />dazzling like bubbles in the teary eyes <br /> they assemble and sit. <br />'Afternoons'carry afternoons. <br />Always a night waits. <br /> <br />Looking at the distant milestones <br />they listen <br /> this is not the road, the other was. <br />How could they return with the same flesh <br />to ten or twelve. <br /> <br />I see a lump of MY flesh <br />there; <br /> on the same verandah <br />my childhood, my youth <br /> all I see; <br /> <br /> <br />1-04-2009 Keshadurapal<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verandah/
