The Silhouette of Adonis

Author Introduction:
Rachana Allamraju, English Content Developer, Manthan School. I love reading books and writing poems and occasionally short stories.

The Silhouette of Adonis
As I sped past, there it was
a frozen silhouette staring at me.
startled beyond my wits I observed

a person, sitting in black covered against,
the background of the color of alabaster.
An apparition it seemed at first

but then repeated visits proved it to be fixed.

A person, frozen at the pavement
beside the garbage dump
he became an amalgamation
never noticed as a living thing
black cinder was his cousin
through which popped those eyes
sometimes weary, at other periods exhausted.

Perched on top of a broken wall
looking like Adonis burnt by the sun,
Into the color of cinder
remarkably striking yet sadly dangerous
against the alabaster enclosure
looking not perched but
about to pounce, on the unfair world.

The Traffic buzzed and brought me to my senses
And I looked at the figure with great regard
I may not do anything but pass by
but that man sent my imagination flying
I remembered Adonis from a past time
whom I but had never seen. (only heard of)
I now saw him in the modern day chaos.