Thursday, December 24, 2015

Waiting at a Bus-stop--By Sunil Uniyal--India

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) 


  1. Loved the style and content, Very well done. Pete.

    1. Thank you, Pete, for your appreciation.Best wishes to you for the coming year.

  2. Hello Sunil

    This entry makes the reader pause. That is a plus. You expressed yourself well. Thank you for sharing your talent. Sincerely, Ann Marie

    1. 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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