Zebra Crossing

Zebra Crossing

Any one stay with me I wasn't important
Maybe they don't know me or they had abhorrent
I was like a fall which dreams spring
But winter was there it was stunning
I was alone but with my lonely dreams
I was dark as night she was agleam
I was zebra crossing just they pass
I was still there like leaves of grass
Their adventures like Huckleberry
It was love philosophy and I was Shelley
I wrote much letters alone in Cold Street
Spring was close I saw a young spirit
Not only I was alone but also I can't dream
Who saw a zebra crossing which can has stream
I make street safe for my lovely passer
Her shoes on my heart but is like dagger
I was important but just for warning
They pass me away like they scorning
In cold darken nights they were at their homes
Just some drunk people pass me in their roams


Ali Rezavand

by Ali Rezavand Zayeri

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Comments (7)

A beautifully envisioned poem shedding light on the intricacies of life and their aftermath. Thanks for sharing it here.
An interesting observation poem, restaurants are a beehive of many different people and groups, Pinter sees that there is something beautiful in these people, randomly coming and going for a fraction of a day to eat. The ending is a bit aloof to me but its still poignant. Lovely work
tears for its transience, likely.
Don't understand why anyone would shed tears back home. A nice poem though only a suspense created at the end.
As they can possibly be! ! Thanks for sharing.
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