i love poetry
Bus Ride
A knight riding the evening light.
The Sky is beautiful, Bliss with red growling clouds.
The road is busy, packed with home-missed crowd.
The road moves, so does the sky abound.
Grey grew, Blue brewed, then Black gloomed.
Where are the stars, one might ask. I think
God is hidden somewhere amidst the cloud.
Peeping, Snorting, looking at the stars
On the ground.
All stars haven fallen on earth-Electricity!
Small bright light, the bulbs of Edison's Nova.
My stop has come, life continues-
So does the Big Red Bus.
Khatib Mrt
A knight riding the evening light.
The Sky is beautiful, Bliss with red growling clouds.
The road is busy, packed with home-missed crowd.
The road moves, so does the sky abound.
Grey grew, Blue brewed, then Black gloomed.
Where are the stars, one might ask. I think
God is hidden somewhere amidst the cloud.
Peeping, Snorting, looking at the stars
On the ground.
All stars haven fallen on earth-Electricity!
Small bright light, the bulbs of Edison's Nova.
My stop has come, life continues-
So does the Big Red Bus.
Khatib Mrt
