Prabhakar Subramaniam

Rosy Days - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

The day kept awake
Well into the night
Its residue still glowed
Like a too-bright lamp
That wouldn't let the eyes shut
It kept honking its horn
As if it were still
On the road
The expletives flew
At slow movers, jaywalkers
Dreamy drivers
Sitting gaping at the green
The faces still snarled,
Explained, expounded,
Enunciated, elucidated
Held forth on
The economic outlook
Like a confident soothsayer
Threatened, warned
Stressed work culture
The need for
Clocking more hours
Cracked sick jokes
On rosy days
That meant no pink slips
The day kept on
Till it was almost dawn

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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