Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing dirt.
There is so much of filth and dirt
in the work hour courtyard.
A confused walk of fallen leaves
shows the prodigal whim of wind.
A black and white bird is pecking
eleven o’clock sun. It chirps.
The general mass of the hour,
the lawyers, the clerks, the criminals,
the innocents, the accused men,
the small time and the full time liars,
the perverts and the pimps are hurrying.
“When Pa’ll be coming?” boy asks.
With a start she realized her man
has any real name other than
the ‘accused under section 410’.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Comments: 51
I loved these lines: "The general mass of the hour, / the lawyers, the clerks, the criminals, / the innocents, the accused men, / the small time and the full time liars, / the perverts and the pimps are hurrying.
I love these lines because it pulls all people together, makes them all one. Not united, but level. Oh, I'm not saying this well, but this poem sounds like "an equalizer." All on that leaf blown street, all with their separate agendas, but all standing on the same plane.
That, in itself, is beaut. You level us.
Blessed be, great write...keep writing and sharing.
Wilka
Have a Great & powerful day W/J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /a>
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
Upon the just and unjust fellow,
But more upon the just, because
The unjust stole the justs' umbrella"
For some reason this comes to mind with this one Poddar. Well done!
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I hope you understand.
'A confused walk of fallen leaves
shows the prodigal whim of wind.'
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !