Optimism

by Dr. Uma Asopa



You are just across but I don't talk to you I am talking to past The past is writing poetry without a reason for no cause They say artists are intense as intense, as morbid as possessed Past consumes, annihilates the present, yet from smoke rises a vision Your are the vision I am an eye You are a voice. I am all ears There is a link There is denial Rains have run out of drops only seeds refuse to dry

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Good thoughts .Good imagination.Thanks a lot.

Nathmal Sharma
23-May-2013 12:11 PM