I wrote it the night before my exams...


Musings

The clock strikes one.
Not a word has been penned down.
You dance like an angel,mesmerised.
Glib Talk and melancholy musings?
An unsatisfactory soul perhaps?On an eternal search
A dispassionate being
a real living thing
that lives and breathes
but thinks not
The clock strikes two...
And I cease to think of you

Reeti Roy

Copyright-2006-2007




Poetry by Reeti Roy
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Written on 2007-11-16 at 19:21

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Zoya Zaidi
This really is interesting, dear Reety!
Weicome to the bay!
Love, Zoya
2007-11-16