Sunday, 23 November 2008

My Thoughts and I


Few thoughts ran across the Lane…..
Tired were they in agony and pain…
Bruised were few and the others were slain…
Frivolous were few, the others were sane…..

Wandering across my mind with feign….
Down pouring vengeance like rain,
Wondering what do they want to attain….
Prayed to them for an idyllic explain…

Said one with outmost disdain…
Nurturing us for your avaricious gain…
Our abstinence would make you vain…
Nevertheless you are molding us mundane….
Devoid of reverence or ordain.

Unfair was their row of accusations inane…
Shoved them away, tenacious to refrain….
Now thoughtless am I, unable to ingrane…
I have become Dumb not purely insane….:)