BELOW THEM…
By Neel Anil Panicker
Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light.
Below them,
lay bare their dignity,
or whatever was left of it.
The dark streets beckoned,
Burying alive long lost memories;
birthing newer superficial ones
With crimson light,
lives turned grimmer
under all that glitter.
©neelanilpanicker2017 #poem/haiku/troiku #01
