My pen and hands were quite,
Searching for something to write.
Suddenly I heard a voice,
Sounding immature, but wise.
“To find yourself,
is like searching for clothes in a bookshelf.“
I couldn’t stop myself of taking a glimpse of the person on the street,
I quickly went to remove the curtain of the window,
which opens at the street.
I peeped out of the window,
but the moment I heard the voice,
I saw two children sitting on the mound of sand kept in a corner,
competing to search for the stone inside the sand.
On seeing the eagerness and speed of their hands,
I tried to convince myself,
that the voice was not their’s.
I just wished to match the voice which I heard,
with that of the one of them.
But no one can be as cunning as the god,
they didn’t utter even a word after that.
And again I kept on searching myself!!
It may not be called a poetry. But it’s something which came out of my head on its own. So I thought to share it, still don’t know what is it!
Hope you like it and find yourself. Keep searching and don’t settle.
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