Thinking Of Thoughts - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Under the hands of ancient sun
We wash our thoughts
And leave them amidst the blades of grass,
To be soaked again
By the watery faces of clouds.
A game of recycling is played everyday
On the transparency of life.
Rain makes some words fertile
Some are still barren,
Waiting with a curious mind, full of yearning
To be chosen
For painting red a poem of love.
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