An unfinished poem.
It keeps you restless,
And incessantly sleepless.
And this mind becomes listless,
At seeing it so shapeless.
Like a piece of a cloth,
Cut out by the tailor,
Yet lying unstrewn and seamless.
writer : creative blocks : musings
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Here, on this earth, as a human, in search of the divine.
Deciphering life's purpose through the master's design.
Which in itself in an unsolved labyrinthine.
Unraveling the right path, through an incidental hint, or a situational sign.
Pure poetry, nothing else.
If you wish to enhance the beauty of life through words-
Read, listen, or see my poetic creations.
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After all, life's a play !!!
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