The day after yesterday
Standing in the queue, rain everywhere,
Waiting to have a look of famous myth,
I had few silver coins in my pocket
And a red rose in my hand, ah sweet!
I pledged my almighty
To keep my faith on those oldest precious brick
There was all noise in the city
And people with their pathetic story,
I ignored them all my life
And had numb face to act for my agony,
I passed through by few jerks
With their felicitous faces, hate them, oh lucky!
Suddenly crowd became too impatient,
Was pushing too hard to get the surreal swale,
Eventually, a pinch of voice came from me
Which went through all ears, oh great!
A whispering silence tickled me
And I saw around me millions of myself
With silver turned copper coins in one hand,
And a rose made of ashes in right hand.
I had no choice but to close my eyes
To wait for the next morning,
For the same queue and for the same rain!