Sunday, February 10, 2008

Wistful Thoughts of my wanton soul



I stand amidst the roar
Of the surf tormented shore
A few grains of sand
I gather into my hand,
How few, yet how they creep
From within my fingers into the deep,
But lo! What’s that within my hold?
The sparkling, dazzling bit of gold
For my search the horizon unfolds,
Or is it just a mirage after all?
The wistful thinking
Of my wanton soul.

2 comments:

Sayan said...

excellent piece of poetry. But now you've to come out of these kind of obsession..think something about joy, love, Mankind..

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