Bethink

 

Bethink

From the shabby stretches of concrete in view,
The constant greys against the sky,
Gloomy figures busy on the streets
Running errands or passing by.
A sense of unease and dither prevails
Restless minds, worn out eyes.
Home is said to be the ultimate nest,
The ultimate rest for the soul -
But I know, I know there's a void
Somewhere deep down
There's a dream to be run afar -
Far from the maddening crowd.
The spark of green is fading away,
The sky is hardly clear
What I want in lonely nights
Is counting stars with tears.

Riddhi Chakraborty