An Oak in the Street

Poetry is like an ocean in which feelings and images are kind of jumping into this ocean looking for fish, and you know there are lots out there but you have to go deep.

Here  are some poems of my humble writing.

An Oak on the Street

Every one is busy

Here and there people are walking

Yet it's noisy

People in restaurants are eating and talking

Every one here is full of life

He is running and she is jogging

Someone standing and kissing his wife

An old man with a cane walking and smiling

As if he said enjoy your life

So, that is life , always busy

There are arrivals as well as departures

Nothing will last ,fate change all

No one  is constant , except me

Throughout the years standing tall