Trickle
trickle
drops of thought,
traced across the mindscape,
scanned searchingly for more complete ones.
Wonder! How letters and w o r d s struggle
to fathom
abstractness,
thoughtlessness
through these scribbles, squiggles!
And yet reach that shore
where shapeless thoughts meet grains of ideas
and man
through time
turn them
to ideals
or
is it vice versa?
Wonder! Wonder!
Letters scribble and
trickle
trickle
thoughts
make a Man of the animal!
or
is it vice versa! !
It's true what we think differentiate us from each other and anything else, nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely penned, Umeshkumar. Thanks