By
Arvind Passey
When the poetry within us remains unwritten
‘Spring and catapult yourself out
Of this prison,’ whispered a thought, ‘Go out
And spring a surprise on spring!
And the thought toyed with the spring
In his hands, forgetting to spring
And he still looks out of eyes
That to us seem full of hope! Eyes
Don’t hope or do anything else, because eyes
Are just eyes and not thoughts!
Do read my poetry on my blog as well: www.passey.info
Wow post indeed :)
Thank you, Roma... :)