In the depths of mind’s ocean
An alien particle pricked
Like a microscopic irritant.
A poet chose to shut himself
For shelled life is to create pearls,
Isn’t it?
Then a window would be an innovation
When the whole mind could be free
For how else
Can a roof be without walls?
(This poem appeared on Kritya).
An alien particle pricked
Like a microscopic irritant.
A poet chose to shut himself
For shelled life is to create pearls,
Isn’t it?
Then a window would be an innovation
When the whole mind could be free
For how else
Can a roof be without walls?
(This poem appeared on Kritya).
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