The Occasional Rose

hate anger loathing self pity

all go around in this city

what makes us still men

is when cornered with a why and when

how we react and think on the feet

still find time to make bread in this heat

and despite it find time to write poetry and prose

and smell and count the passing of the occasional rose

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Author: Ajay Ohri

http://about.me/ajayohri

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