Waiting at a Bus-stop
He waits for his bus to take him home,
His head like a quiet,
derelict dome.
Brooding on his blighted years?
Future hopes? Present fears?
Homely cares? Office rows?
Fleeting joys? Staying woes?
Friends coming disguised as
foes?
This, or anything else? Who
knows !
Sunil Uniyal was born and brought up in Lucknow, India. He has been writing
poems and haiku for over thirty years and these have appeared in various print
and e-journals in India and abroad. He is also engaged in the translation of
Hindi, Sanskrit and Urdu poetry, besides Garhwali folk songs. His publications
include The Target is Behind the Sky- Fifty Poems of Kabir (Low Price
Publications, Delhi 2012) and Tears of Blood- Selected Verses of Ghalib (Partridge
Publishing, 2014)
Loved the style and content, Very well done. Pete.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pete, for your appreciation.Best wishes to you for the coming year.
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Thank you, Ann Marie, for your kind words. May God bless you. My best wishes to you for the new year.
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