Boulevard of buzzing horns,
Red signals, queue so long,
Speedy take over, blinding dippers,
Silence is never heard over here.
That’s my street, alive always.
Taking the burden of tragic incidents,
Still gets decorated on special occasions.
Happening hoardings augment its beauty,
Live wires decorate its boundary.
That’s my street, alive always.
Home of variety of running machines,
It blends in itself dust so clean,
Crunchy food joints at crispy corners,
It’s busy always, I always wonder.
That’s my street, alive always.
copyright aditi kochhar
Well, again a very nice poem by you, that too on a very different theme.
ReplyDeleteI have seen you writing and I am amazed by how little time you need to write a poem!! Really, hats off to you!
Bravo! I'm eager to see more of your work.
P.S.- I dont know why but your poems always bring a big happy smile on my face. :)
Ahan...nice pic!! I like it.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is not a backup comment. ;)
Hey Nice One, Very well expressed
ReplyDeleteAnd your street is really Busy always :)
One more thing a very nice pic, how did u click it ?
Seems like photograhy class given by me are being used hehehehe!!! :)
@Kuber: Thanks
ReplyDelete@Akhil: Thanks.. yea street in front my house is damn busy. And i clicked this pic previous week through my nikon camera. Poor 5megapixel machine. But i guess, because of your photography teachings, i managed to click a good one :D
"thats Adi's poem, interesting, always!"
ReplyDeleteNice one!
nice..!! :) do write more SHORT yet INTERESTING poems..!!
ReplyDelete