Streams of thoughts enter and leave my
mind,
Like a gust of wind through
Narrow labyrinth of
empty streets.
Some gently sweep by,some
stir thoughts,
Some scar my gentle heart- but
they are my very own
Neither elite,nor grandeur,
but just as the world
seems, through my sixteen
year old kaleidoscopic eyes....
These were the first few words that came to my head today morning.I tried to retain the original alignment of this poem as far as possible...