Sitting on chair
Thoughts piling high to the roof
Crushing paper to *****
Not listening to the words

Concentric vicious circles of deep desires
Rhythmic marching death of wisdom
Blank sheets torn and flying in air
Resembling the state of puzzled sense

Motives of physical being is unfulfilled
Ink of heart and brain is dried
Leaving only stains of memory
When Stabbed with a pen




Manisha