The Man in the Lab
There lived among screens,
Chairs, paper, lights,
And mice and alphabets,
An unseen man.
Who stands by chairs,
And peers into screens,
Who reads the paper,
Touching untouched letters.
He walks in rooted time,
As syllables drop to floor,
As hummings become a hum,
And beating hearts freeze.
He is the catcher of hopes,
A thief who purloins a while,
Before he returns,
Letters, hopes, and time.
Chairs, paper, lights,
And mice and alphabets,
An unseen man.
Who stands by chairs,
And peers into screens,
Who reads the paper,
Touching untouched letters.
He walks in rooted time,
As syllables drop to floor,
As hummings become a hum,
And beating hearts freeze.
He is the catcher of hopes,
A thief who purloins a while,
Before he returns,
Letters, hopes, and time.
posted by Ahad at 4:15 AM
1 Comments:
I wonder what it wud be like.. being locked in a bookstore! can check out so many bookss! and think n fool around n dance around and SMILEEE! =O)
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