Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Always the same straw
just a broom
mopping the strewn floor

my identity is in my collars
numbers and papers
and deep pocket dollars

An ostentatious lip-gloss
wet paints and toiletries
to gloss over their flaws

Life is a canvass
painted with banality
same colour, same brush and the same hand
giving my nationality

3 comments:

Pesto Sauce said...

You seem some poet

Dreamy damsel said...

PS he is 'The Poet'...

Preetilata【ツ】 said...

such a poem. W.O.W :)

"Life is a canvass
painted with banality
same colour, same brush and the same hand
giving my nationality"------ read it a thousand times.