To a crowded street
My love led me.
And there he stood
As if
Enchanted.
He said it was
A beautiful place.
I laughed at him.
He looked at me,
And smiled.
I met his ardent gaze
And, suddenly,
The busy street became
Beautiful.
I’ve been in love with crowded streets since that day.
I wrote this poem in June 2005. It’s one of my favourites.
7 responses so far ↓
Kishore // March 1, 2008 at 8:46 pm
This is the kind of poem that you’ll remember until the end of your life.
Well, if “he” was not involved in this, the crowded street would have been bland, with nothing to look at or remember..
Vasudha Pande // March 1, 2008 at 8:51 pm
I agree….
Thanks for your comment, Kishore.
inspiredbrio // March 2, 2008 at 3:41 am
Akshay // March 6, 2008 at 1:51 am
Nice…and, of course, anything labeled “Confessions” is much too fun to ignore - ain’t it so?
Vasudha Pande // March 6, 2008 at 12:42 pm
Oh yes, Akshay, it is so.
khushbu // March 22, 2008 at 8:44 pm
vry much true..thts al i cn say..i mean..vry few ppl cn expernce it….n evn if u say it aloud..vry few of dem cn undrstnd…de may jst laugh on it or jst od der heads widout ne brain….bt u ve capturd d beauty in a very…umm..cn i say…humble n in a dignified way!!
thnx
hestia // March 23, 2008 at 2:24 am
wow! simple, honest and vivid!
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