My Poetry
Wrinkles on the forehead,
Sky like
The piece of cloud must have stopped;
in Ocean
The waves stopped,
And Stuck without idea.
Trying to push sucks,
Shaking of head
No marks.
Like clouds of water
Gets stranded
There right
At the same place
At the same point
Too much weight;
Head became heavy
Eyes tired,
Eyelid bare
Can't bear
The weight of this idea
Not used
To take so much burden;
Not so much in weight
Get used to habit,
Remained stuck for a long time;
It is not a price
The speed is over
Still stuck there
The head is heavy
Have no thoughts for a long time.
Where do you think
If you think so why not get stuck.
Do not think this,
Because of not speaking
Life has been stuck
Like a polythene
Thrown in the pond
Floating thoughts
In the brain
In the blocked section of thinking.
Now forced to think
How can flow freely
Do not stuck again
Any thought with heavy head.
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