Goodness gOD
Just think the space, time, energy
perhaps you even forgot morning walks
Creating me, special me
And here I am
What do you think
They define me
by yards I don't fathom
Imagine me just defined by three
Just three alphabets
people out there
trying to outsmart you
Define me by evil
I least understand
and still some
By good I least intend
Great, goodness lord
Can you imagine that about me
Me
Energy , space, time
Morning walks forgotten
You tweaked jagged ears
Oh.. yes the misplaced kink in art
Dimples both in brain
And smile, careless artist
That kink in my brain
still am not defined
By that wrinkle you placed
Eastward looking nose
or perhaps you spilt a morning coffee
Lost directions, misplaced paint brushes
So spooned my life
to make beginnings end.
Anusha, your writing is so prolific. Well I am sure God above will read this too, I bet that kink is that spark of genius. Maybe he put a computer chip in place of a human brain. And then he ought have just forgotten it was to be a lady not a monkey.
ReplyDeleteSandeep,thank you for the observation. A common ancestor.
ReplyDeleteNice. a nice way of defining dimply.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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