Praveen Kumar 
seated in the cold bench on a mid april evening i watch the kids rush home to escape the freezing cold
seated in this bench with arms and legs with eyes, nose and mouth just like everyone else
kids - big and small make me what i am destroy me for what i am not some decorate me while some dis-robe me
seated in the cold bench i feel lonely when the kids leave and darkness falls
but when shadows recede and the light crawls its way back again my spirits soar once again when the kids rush towards me
its almost the end of winter my days are numbered and everyone will soon forget me and i will melt into the land
come the time come the hour when darkness spreads its shodow over the land i will come back to life once again i will be the most wanted man in this land!
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note: multiple meanings might exist Image courtesy: BBC
5 comments
come the time
come the hour
when darkness spreads its shodow
over the land
i will come back to life once again
i will be the most wanted man in this land!
I can see the hope in these lines.. good one!!
i really like the 1st poem it ws great
who ever made that up will go so far in life. i promise you xxxx
Thank you Raji 🙂
Thank you somer 🙂
you just made that iceman alive to me for sometime…