The Direction Of Self.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Direction Of Self..
All yesterday flowers not wilted,
dropping all their impregnable thought,
a few got conceived; blown with seeds,
thrown here and there and new flowers born.
Tomorrow buds are ready to open slowly,
during the dark wizard ruling territory,
or early morning glorious perfumery,
I am caught in between with no directory.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,imagination,life,lifestyle
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