Shriram Iyengar Poems
|6.||I Was Born Naked||10/23/2009|
|14.||Let Me Be! !||10/31/2009|
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White paper with Blue ink
Black in some places, I think.
scribbled words in a straight line
A thought that is solely mine.
formless thoughts without a shape
Written neatly on a foolscap
Away from margins, within the line
The words shape up just fine.
Seamless thoughts unknowingly altered
Grammar and English diction faltered
Sentences ended eternally with a dot.
Was this what i had thought?
They have an identity of their own,
You only read what is shown.
You'll never be able to read my mind,
Unless, you see the world these ...