Jul 18, 2018

At the Red signal...

Clicked on the way...

Where darkness and life meet
her insignificant story she pens
The dirt beneath her feet
Will it find the water to cleanse?
As i wait at the signal, I sigh
The usual traffic is dead
The potholed road ahead, the dark sky
She moves on, again green from red...


  1. Beautiful poetry, Ash!! Love it!!!!

  2. The colors will change for sure... but uncertain their life. Nicely penned