Angara I love you -
The rusted factory gate declares
to a busy, indifferent road.
Fungal walls frame the larger-than-life words
stinking of rotting garbage and urine.
The letters are all
in upper case - uneven, smeared
roughly on iron and powdered rust - sticking
against hope; weighed down
by industrious dusts of the decades.
The painter was returning
in the evening, home perhaps,
after frugal dinner and ample drink,
finishing off the residual noxious chemicals
on a daunting factory gate; his friends
goading his unsteady fingers to declare
to the world his freedom
to love or her
acceptance of him.
The rusted factory gate declares
to a busy, indifferent road.
Fungal walls frame the larger-than-life words
stinking of rotting garbage and urine.
The letters are all
in upper case - uneven, smeared
roughly on iron and powdered rust - sticking
against hope; weighed down
by industrious dusts of the decades.
The painter was returning
in the evening, home perhaps,
after frugal dinner and ample drink,
finishing off the residual noxious chemicals
on a daunting factory gate; his friends
goading his unsteady fingers to declare
to the world his freedom
to love or her
acceptance of him.
Good word choice, it definitely painted a picture in my mind!
ReplyDeleteGreat Work, Really the creative mind that you are. love the poetry sweet!!!
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after ages here and the words still have the mesmerism
ReplyDelete@ Grant: Thank you for the compliment on word choice. I'm sorry I'm a bit late in replying :)
ReplyDelete@ Shaaka: Thanks!
@ Desperado: How have you been? And yes, thank you for those words.
good not bad :) .. was kinda going back through my life on the blogs and mails and never could pin point where or when stopped coming around ...so thought well late than never...how are you doing...that mail id is still active ??
ReplyDeleteI'm going on...Yes, the old id is still functioning :)
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