I put my reasons in the flower pot
Wishing someday they will grow from a dot
An incomplete picture with palettes everywhere
Only thing missing is the canvas
Colors are tired may be they don’t care
Bloom to gloom
Birth to death
Same fate for the life and lifeless
Shining on a sunny day
Counting them hoping they’ll always stay
Arguments shape up at the thoughts street crossing
Left, right, reverse or ahead
4 ways but same end
I have to walk on one of them
The roads not taken tease with contempt
I put my decisions in the river bed
Unshaken, uncanny and like united men
Out in the wild fighting like dignified friends
An outcome awaits its turn in the queue
Like the dew about to take off and become part of the blue
(For mundane thoughts and well behaved reasons-13/8/2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem