Four cornered- right angled
Not an eye of God
Neither the mirror which reflects all
This is the window
On the opposite wall
It doesn’t look in
It helps me look out
A World besides my own,
Troubles…not mine!
Laughter…which no one owns
Is a little beetle bug..
Waiting for the sun to shine on its
Red and black shell..
While there are those who won’t let it move out of sight.
In his shell,
Constricting…complaining… he must move on
Oh! If only he would have looked up from his burden
A wonderful world by the window, he would have found!
2 comments:
It's not exactly a 'take-off', its just tht her words seem to echo inside...and hence they reflect in my poems...the line tht u are referring to is from 'Mirror'..one of my favourites..
Good good....
And it took me orkut to figure out it was you..:)
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