A short and spontaneous poem. I was sitting in class having my thoughtless time when suddenly some ideas crept in my mind and i just gave them the first words with which i related them...
The gloomy night lingers on
Still thoughts, stagnant water
Abode of moss, hyacinth
Waiting to rot off
I threw a pebble
To break the stillness
Blocked by hyacinth
Resistant to change
I kept on throwing
Believing that change
Is as necessary as birth
And as inevitable as death
Hyacinth leaves shatter
Moss clears the way
Ripples in water
A new dawn, thoughts sway...
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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