Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Talking To Nobody: Poem


TALKING TO NOBODY

When the sun dips and bows goodbye
I, at the window, watching the cityscape,
Admiring the dusk
Talking to nobody.

A cosmic dance, unpatented
Patiently the sun prepares its solitary revolution
Or so it seems: the sun, the window and I
Talking to nobody.

Footsteps down below
The fundamental alliance between
The sun, the lonely one and I
Is that we excel, at this exquisite art of talking to

Nobody.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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