Tuesday, March 22, 2005

The Trivia of A Brooding Mind IV

It was just a face -
No more than a pattern -
An entity in space
Of many seen in a tavern
That waits its end
At the corner of a desolate street -
Morose, moribund -
Epitomizing mediocrity's defeat.
And though it reflected much,
It said nothing.
An average man's fate is such;
It's sealed before a morn begins.

Dan Husain

Copyright ©1993 Danish Husain

1 comment:

Pragya said...

Wonderful, Dan! Reminds me of my homeless man somehow!