Before I started looking for red cars
on my way work to home,
there was none.
They were all grey, I guess—
or was it my world?
I had lunch;
it was bland.
Home to work.
Where are the blue ones?
Tag: indifference
Long Born
Crickets chirp in the drawer
You won’t ever hear the fuzz
Know what it is all about
I tell you this: they celebrate
To this date. A poet is long born
Reveries That I Call Poetry 