If I wrote a poem

If I wrote a poem

If I wrote a poem,

On what would it be-

Would the voices gush over

Should I narrate what I see?

The days rolling quickly,

With dusk chasing the dawn,

Before the sights could sink in

The moment seemed gone.

The flurry of the pedestrians

And the rushing traffic in flight,

The unceasing roar of the marketplace;

The noisy silence of the night.

The frowns of the foreheads

On the rushing bodies in haste,

The tightening noose of the ticking clock

 Judging the hours to be a waste,

In the houses as the evening falls

The engrossing song and dance,

Taking the minds off the lurking demons

Till the return to the trance,

With a weary sigh as the credits roll

It is time to seek some sleep,

Till the morning comes in the flash of a wink

With the alarm’s annoying beep,

If I wrote a poem, it should never be

To narrate what I see,

For reality is dusty, and rusty too,

And poems can help you flee!