Weeds
Brooding invariably brings out
long suppressed ‘thought’ seeds
to the surface, for they remain dormant,
if stay buried for many years.
The 'bosom-field', when 'dug up'
produces numerous dreadful weed,
A crop of accumulated impressions,
which, when come to the fore,
Ransack serenity and poise.
The 'weeds' must have laid
buried there since ages and,
when the subconscious is stirred,
they come to life and
become a perfect plague.
Copyright © Ramesh Deshpande | Year Posted 2013
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