Unheeded Thoughts

Here I sit on this chair –

With thoughts, thoughts that do not seem fair;

Still, I wonder, where are my good and humble thoughts?

Oh, they have been lifted away – like the rain lifts the summer draught.

 

When I became a tree, no bird ever came to me.

 

The traffic light turns green – I chose to stay.

 

The trees are waiting for the monsoon – like I wait for you, in the long, lonely hours of noon.

 

 

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