A place where hustle doesn't sleep.
And bustle doesn't get lost in bed either.
Laziness is a sin here.
Play nice and get buried,
Life isn't white on these streets.
You sign deals under the sun,
Using the face of your hands.
Leave your home stable and return
Short of sanity,
On these streets, everybody chews lunacy.
Streets Of Kaula
Finum Isaac
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/02/2020
Poet's note: This poem is about a place characterised by the razz nature of its inhabitants. It has a feeling of buzz and energy that never dies.
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Poem topics: home, life, lost, sleep, sun, white, place, play, face, return, short, sanity, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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