He walked around with his head submerged in doubts,
About the coming tomorrow.
Listening to the ‘leaves of grass’ shedding
Tears in the morning sorrow.
Without a glance, he changed his stance
To resemble the clouds flying afar.
Feeling anon, with his head on stone,
Turned up to gaze at a falling star.
Tears in his eyes, his legs frozen and cold,
His heart covered in a mannequin fold.
What could it be, his longing for sanity,
An unrequited dream? A passing fantasy?
-- Mohan
2 comments:
The first thing that came to mind after reading this was DAMN and then WOW...I'm speechless! (that rarely happens) I've come back now & read it again 3 times today and still all I can think is WOW..amazing.
Thanks Rebecca. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Hope you'll like my other poems here, as well. Thanks again. :)
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