A Grain Of truth
A grain of sand
In ones palm
Staring at it;
Its total obscurity
stubborn ego
out for a jaunt
to experiment
Writings of the Lord
In its woven silk...
Is it unshaken?
Writ in gold; I am told
”Me”; a mere stitch in time
The dual clutches
Of the responsibility,
desires drive
In search of balance! ! !
Channelizing the present
Preposterous Ink
with which
tomorrow is writ
is in today's clutches
the hands tighten
with determinations.................
Ink squeezed out?
Writing enhanced! !
So, go for it boys! !
Add your special effects
To the magic
Of today
Tomorrow will colour itself! !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
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