Musings
Musings


An unfinished poem-
It keeps you restless,
And incessantly sleepless.
And this mind becomes listless,
At seeing it so shapeless.
Like a piece of a cloth,
Cut out by the tailor,
Yet lying unstrewn and seamless.
An unfinished poem-
It keeps you restless,
And incessantly sleepless.
And this mind becomes listless,
At seeing it so shapeless.
Like a piece of a cloth,
Cut out by the tailor,
Yet lying unstrewn and seamless.