Thursday, October 24, 2013

Sometimes with his heavy eyes, he would sing 'I am just a singer...in a rock n roll band',

Sometimes
With heavy eyes
Drooping wordless,
He would light up a cigarette,
And taking two quick puffs,
Break out singing:
'I am just a singer
In a rock n roll band*...'
And he would sing stories
Of his travels to different lands,
His meeting with people,
People who came and went,
People camping at the fringes of the city,
Selling claywares, pure Rajasthani,
Nomadic clans,
Sometimes,
He would roll up his sleeves
Strum his guitar,
And with his drooping eyes
Start a song,
'I am just a singer
In a rock n roll band...'

(Note:* I am just a singer, by M.Blues)

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