Monday, 13 June 2016

THE SMALL TEMPEST..

A cubical structure lying above the head,
Stops the physical attempts to reach beyond.
He blames me of being possessed;
Regardless of the awareness of facts.

It's not a hindrance, it's a stereotype,
That is made by the people going through.
I always laugh and explain him;
Don't be so downhearted dear.

Things are going to be easy with the time,
The criticizing lips will get sealed.
The only thing we need to do;
Is to be placid amidst the storms.

Whenever there happens an off-centre live show;
The audience gets troubled of the unpredictable outcomes.
This vivacious welcome we must accept;
For the "Growing trees" are the most perturbed ones.

 

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