Friday, September 6, 2013

WINDY CLOUDS

Illiteracy flows
Through my rustic
Torn attire
It smells of
Conglomerate many
Clutching in
Unitary whole

Respite comes
In wakeful alliance
That you were
Also so, the
Bondage of time

Where the pieces go
In fall ultimate
Never, it turns back.
Always the wisdom
Flows forward.

Illiteracy binds
The closer me
And takes
Not the height
But arms length
To sway in
Windy clouds!

No comments: