The setting sun
The blooming moon
Hidden by rain
And the clouds of doom.
The lush green
Now so grey
Will soon turn back
To being black.
The city the same
Alive and productive
Busy streets, never tame
With endless streams; finding way
This is where I live
This is where I breathe
This is where I work
And then there I'll die.
It never mattered me before
What it looked like to others
But now I stand; mesmerized
Bringing forth the assumptions
How do they perceive me
A nothing compared to what I'm thinking
In all, so huge
Is the ever lasting green.
I think, I wonder and think again
Is this how it is?
Living in oblivion until we ripe
Into something grey?
I stand in the rain
The thunder booming across
The water washing my sins
And pass the good deeds.
Here I stand in the blackness of the sky
Never ending it is said, and now I'll spy
Into the worlds we humans made
In our big, destructive brains.
~Priya K.
Drajen
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