Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Pens, pencils, paper & junk

i went to see this pond
where i have been told
the water is very clear
i longed to see my self
in the reflection with such clarity
i ran in hurry to reach there
bent forward to look into the water
pens, pencils, paper and junk
from my shirt pocket fell in
created ripples in the water
and the reflection was not clear
i could not perceive anything
i wanted to wait till the ripples are gone
but the sunlight has already withdawn
and i had to go and come back again
this time with empty pockets
with nothing to create ripples

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