Down the Waterfall
It burns in me,
your broken thoughts.
Reminder of a wound,
healed, yet, not forgotten.
Ain't it too late?
For I can hear the bamboos,
that'll ferry me across,
the meridian being felled.
"Girl!" I say, "Weed off,
your unhealthy doubts."
Ah! The planned waterfall,
is a free fall of thrills.
There ain't a life jacket,
But 'am set to take the plunge,
Holding onto my ABCs*.
You stick to the blueprint, please.
*ABC = Accelerator, Brake, Clutch (meaning controls/basics)
Copyright © Anula Aboobacker | Year Posted 2011
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