bunch of keys at hand made me think,
choice is mine dats wat i thought.....
to my disgust da keys did no work,
eyes at search saw axe untouched....
to my suprise da axe did the work.
stepping ahead,
brought me again to closed room,
to my disgust axe did no wrk,
eyes at search saw keys lying untounched....
to my suprise da keys did the wrk
stepping ahead,
with axe and keys in my hand
brought me again to closed room,
smilling at myself...
the choice was never mine
I had to just move along.......
this different.(good). havnt u decided to pen down every discovery of the inner you into a poem :)
ReplyDeletei guess the repeated line is deliberate? deep meaning in this one.. nice
ReplyDeletehats off to u....u describe ur thoughts so precisely & poetically... not so surprisingly i do relate to most of ur thoughts... keep it up :)
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