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At the wit’s end…

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English Poetry



I guess I am a simple man,
simple often are my thoughts.
Sometimes I do what I can,
at times scattered like blots.

I have my way and my vision,
beyond purpose or some reason.
I let it be and let it go as it is,
there’s no point in creating an abyss.

Surrounded by tricky situations,
amidst observant creative perceptions.
I take my stride one at a time,
beyond that I think is a crime.

I haven’t understood my place as yet,
perhaps by the time it could be too late.
Just enjoying the panorama around,
hoping hopelessly never to be found.

Strange are my thoughts almost always,
beyond the shadows of nights and days.
Evolve every time to something new,
it gets over but somethings are always due.


6 Comments

  1. Vishvnand says:

    Beautiful poem of inviting pondering,
    reading in happiness and am wondering.
    Kudos.

    “hoping hopelessly never to be found”
    hoping hopelessly that I may find,
    the things that I have not even in my mind….!

  2. rajdeep says:

    such a nice poem
    loved it

  3. Ray says:

    Brilliant Krishna just love this write

  4. medhini says:

    A splendid poem with a difference, Krishna.

  5. krishna says:

    Thank you all.
    Your appreciation is my reward…
    Thanks for commenting…

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