Journey of a thought
As I walked down the lane,
A thought crippled across, with pain.
It’s naked. It’s shameless.
It’s peculiar. It’s restless.
Will it survive for long or
Will it flutter its wings, and escape?
Will it haste like careless babies or
Will it keep playing with its long-lost cousins?
Will it struggle to know the world around or
Will it introduce me to a whole new world?
Will it create a difference on the life’s stage or
Will it bleed blue on the surface of a blank page?
Will it shape up in a revolutionary idea or
Will it take a refuge in the corner of the memory lane?