Came looking for a verse to transcribe
Couldn’t think of anything to inscribe
Mind wasn’t directing any orderly lyrics
Composedly accepting everything as is
No ripples of thoughts, no dilemmas,
No judgements, no opinions,
No portrayals of any sorts
“Why does anything need description?” was its question
“Just be” was its proposition
Decided to ruminate on that
A feeling of freedom came just like that.
Smita Kulkarni
02/11/2021
Categories:
composedly, freedom,
Form: Verse