Twilight Broodings
Sitting alone on the river bank
In the fast fading amber light
My eyes glanced across the flowing river
To the other side, on my right
Neon bulbs have begun flickering here n' there
On the far fringes of the sprawling city,
As fire flies clustering in dozens
Making the night look so pretty
With what vigor and gripping zest
The city has woken up, never to rest
And hordes of people, unmindful of any
Move briskly along the crowded street
Where do this stirring throng advance
When there descends the long pawed night
It leaves one to wonder, if it's man's lot
To be ever in motion without halt
I watched the turbid mass of current
Of the river bearing an agitated frown
How it moves to its convergence with the sea
Hundreds of miles away, still slugging down
With a resonant whistle and a ‘chug' ‘chug' sound
I heard the train trundling away
Reminding me of endless days and nights
Fleeting past in inscrutable dismay
Just then I chanced to think of Time and River
The twin forces making a unique pair
Unable to get back from whence they came
Rushing forward anon and ever
All around, I see life on wheels
Racing down in frantic hurry
Without knowing what awaits
At the other end, after all such scurry
poem by Valsa George
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