ROSY POESY.

His dream world is a non ending

resonating rhythmic poetry

Which will keep forming

with his Cosmic dance

We just blank our minds

and call it thinking

Actually thieves are we

stealing bits and pieces of his work

And hum what we hear

which he pushes into our ears

We quickly save it on paper

Like gems locked in a locker

Lest it vanishes from mind

Lest it gets stolen by time

And if it does you can never

ever hear it again

The same song never again

For what we hear

Is that living moment

And every moment gets lost

Becomes the lost past

You won’t even remember it

However hard you might think

For your brain gets washed

like a car in a car wash

If it ever resurfaces

It is the echoing words

Which are sometimes heard

And sounds like the dead poet’s words

In someone’s rosy poesy

Every being is a poet

Can anytime sing a duet

Every molecule of our body

Is dancing in his rhapsody

For all his divine music is

following his divine dance

Following him in a trance

Like the Pied Piper

of Hamelin

Copyright@sunita grover raina2021

24/09/21

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