Madhuri Sawant

(30-September-1991 / Mumbai)

Argument


What sort of conversation is this?
Which has got no meaning to it?
Little bit of disapprove, little bit of approve.
With a high pitch, with a sense of truth to it.

Relations are put to test,
Journey that has whole new quest,
Intelligence is put to exploit.
It may take the form of quarrel,
Only to break one’s morale.

Hearts are flowing in the wave of ocean,
With mind that is touching the horizon of motion.
Which it wants to give out to prove its conviction,
With results of sanction as its addiction.

Some time silly argument leads to a whole new age,
False behold, greed are crowned, writing a new page,
It’s like right is born out of wrong.

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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