Thoughts
Thoughts commenced in me
like a train of rain drops.
Tried I to make them alive
But scattered they,hither and thither.
Disturbed me again
like thunder and storms.
Tried I to make them ablaze
but they seemed locked in a cellar.
Mind,the thriller of life
longed to get hold of it.
Thoughts the creator of love and hatred
galloped away from it.
Minutes and hours it suffocate me
days and weeks it strangulates me.
Months and years it questions me
now i have an answer for them.
Those who can make their thoughts alive
are more bestowed in life.
For life,come out of them
like lava erupting from an volcano!
Copyright © Nisha Prince | Year Posted 2018
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