A thought relayed a thought
A thought fathered another
Some thoughts formed a troop
Some went in an endless loop
They forgot to follow a pattern
They grew wherever they could
May be they already knew
The mind had nothing else to do
If an empty mind is a devil’s workshop
The devil must surely be a gardener
Reproducing thoughts is what it has aimed
Or maybe good people’s devils are tamed
But the thought is an unchained eagle
At a range of heights which has flee
The way your thoughts branches out
Your mind is either busy or it is a tree
the best bud that blossomed on this poetree blog so far... just felt right at multiple levels..
ReplyDeleteI was really expecting you to like it. And I believe I know the part you liked the most. Thank you.
DeleteNice one. Liked how it branched out and bloomed :)
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