EMPTY Mind is all blank,with worry I am fraught, Ideas seem to be in short supply, Nothing presents itself, feeling distraught, Is it, the brain wishes not to comply? I am leafing through a book of love poems, None light the flame of thought, not a sparkle, I delve deeper still and reach the doldrums, I move to newer genres to tackle. Depression, suicide, loss of loved ones, Everything I did search,the whole gamut, Nothing gave rise to a germ, even one, Today is not your write day, you sad mutt. Giving up finally I meditate, Thus leaving no room to feel desolate. © Runa Srivastava. Google Images.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 17:17:47 +0000
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