Walking Away
She walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
The lone visage in a faceless cloud;바카라 웹사이트
A glance of swift disdain hinges upon her brow,
The crowd fades away, then merges back now;바카라 웹사이트
She walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
The solitary whisper of hope in a hopeless truth avowed;바카라 웹사이트
She turns back to look at the steadily greying sky,
Which blackens as the day like a crippling fire dies;바카라 웹사이트
She walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
The only shadow cast on the cold pavement now;바카라 웹사이트
Like a wind bristling against the chimney smoke,
Her body trembles in the failing warmth of her cloak;바카라 웹사이트
Still she walks, walks away from the distant crowd,
Forever trapped, trapped in the dark shadow of that crowd.
On Guilt
Snow creeps into the heavy, slumbering wind,바카라 웹사이트
The neighbourhood doors lie stone cold and pinned;바카라 웹사이트
Has Man truly sinned?바카라 웹사이트
Is there place for this self-inflicted turmoil? For this moral din!
Dreams snap like frail, broken pine twigs,바카라 웹사이트
The cackling fire dies, as Dusk라이브 바카라 light fades into the pit-less Night라이브 바카라 inky wig;바카라 웹사이트
Is there place for a sin so spiteful, so hate-filled?
Is life an inevitable realisation of non-existent guilt?
(Rehaan Singh is a grade 12 student to whom poetry is an expression of all that he sees and feels.)
