Despair is sitting on a bench.

Despair is sitting on a bench
In a garden on a bench
There is a man who calls you when you switch
He has a gray suit worn a pair of binoculars
He smokes a cigarette and sits
It calls you when you pass
Or will he simply nods

We must not look
We must not listen
Should go ahead
Pretending not to see
Pretend not to hear
You have to walk to best
If you look at it
If you listen to the
He gives you a nod and no one

It can prevent you from going to sit beside him
Then he looks at you and smiles
And you will suffer terribly
And the man did not stop smiling
And you smile as he
Exactly
Smile more and suffer more
Curiously
The more you smile and suffer more
Irremediably

And you stay there
Sitting frozen
On the bench smiling
And children playing near you
Pass passers
Quietly
Birds flew away
A tree leaves
For another
And you stay there
On the bench

And you know you know
What ever you will play
Like those children
You know that you never pass
Quietly
As these loops
What ever you fly
A tree leaving for another
As birds.

Raj Aryan is a content writer. Presently working with a  Private Tour  packages  company. Find  International Hotels  and on-line at  Cheap flights  tickets to India, providing the best selection and availability of cheap flight booking.

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  • LOVELYHONEY on Apr 1, 2010

    nice flow of thoughts and words
    lhlhlh

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