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Thursday, 7 April 2011

Song for the cantering alleys and the urchins' glee...

Amidst the cantering alleys,
throttled ahead by a desperate need...
The boweys and the chambers, ready,
the ballroom, ahead, rolled carpet,
red as a mystic flame and,
burning interest on the evening's affairs...

Mammoth riches loaded for the moment,
and music or dance, daylight's own fruition...
All chatters and mutters, pitched higher in the
seasonal bloom, while horses neighed at the sight...
And in all the parading urchins,
a widening glee, until the tempest
did rise high from the sea...

Valour sung, knights on the sword's oath,
did spread the carpet, and
hence stopped the froth flow...

Amidst all the cantering alleys,
in the end,
glee prevailed on the urchin faces...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

7 comments:

Greyscale Territory said...

The poem seems to suggest that beyond the gap between the rich and poor, there is a special pleasure that costs nothing and only the urchins know! A fascinating piece!

Jingle said...

fabulous message.

well done.
welcome back.

A++

honeyhaiku said...

This is a moving, thoughtful piece.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

Awards for you, thanks for the support!

Share a free verse today,

Bless your talent.

Xxx

Mia said...

wow! great poem!

Luna

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UmaAnandane said...

Interesting Input.Liked it!

Brian Miller said...

this is a delicious verse, you use nice textures to paint your tale...i like.