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i see a cart, a load of sand
i see a hardtop, over the rubber bands
a man puffing pride, straightens his tie
a man resting in sweats, unable to stand
Too hard to live, too soft to die

i watch them stare and look away
unable still, to battle my gaze
ragged to the bare but trouble is fair
looks at the gold time with eyes of rage
Never a stain, never a tear!     

along comes a passer by
whistling a tune, lips dry
extends to both, each of his hand
curiosity stops blinking the eyes
of this Stranger in his own land           

i see my self clinging to a tree
old it is, but i’ve failed to see
i find myself in a losing fight,
against my fragility facing me
with its strengh, in this woeful plight.       

6 thoughts on “Observer

  1. Excellent read, I just passed this onto a colleague who was doing some research on that. And he just bought me lunch since I found it for him smile Thus let me rephrase that: Thanks for lunch!

  2. great post, very informative. I ponder why the opposite experts of this sector do not realize this. You should continue your writing. I am sure, you have a huge readers’ base already!

  3. “Time grabs you by the wrist;
    directs you where to go.

    So make the best of this test
    and don’t ask why.

    It’s not a question
    but a lesson learned in time.

    It’s something unpredictable
    but in the end it’s right.”

    -Time of Your Life(GreenDay)

    There are times when you “sit back” and ponder about your life. You don’t feel like argueing or fighting, you just let things be the way they are. You observe, thousands of lives around you and pretend not to exist and be the observer…
    Nice poem Biswa, keep on writing… 🙂

  4. To be an observer – the hardest job, as there are so much injustice and unfairness in the world.
    Awsiv, you have spilled it here well.

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