I was walking on the road
Rough and dirty
Water spilled over its texture
Dry leaves of trees dancing below my shoes
I was on my way to work
Hearing the dumbest people talking shit
Is what I call work
Noises of vehicles rambling in my ears
Disturbing the thoughts
The sadness of seeing the dry leaves
Was occupying the thoughts
But dry leaves make way for wet green leaves
This is the cycle
Everyone has to move
I am also moving
Crushing those leaves
It doesn’t matter what you do with them
They are dead
You can bury them
Or burn them
Or crush them with your shoes
They will not fight or argue
I keep thinking
And finally, reach my workplace
The mind is still involved with the pain
Of those dry leaves
I forgot my own pain
My life, my work
Nobody gives a shit
Nobody is noticing
But I think I am turning into a dry leaf.
Full of intense emotion
Beautiful poem. Well done!
Thank you very much!
As Cristian said, this is a very emotive poem. ‘Hearing the dumbest people talking shit’ I really like this line as one is thinking of it on the way to work. I take public transport to work often and sometimes I really don’t want to hear what others are saying. And yeah, sometimes at work nobody gives a shit because you are just another face there to do the work and someone who can be replaced. Very deep stuff and you are a great writer, Shreyans 🙂
You always motivate me by your words. Well done.
Your emotive poems are so well done, and that inspires me to put more feeling into my words. Thank you. Keep up the good work.