Crisis, Gripe, Stall
His Mirror Shrugs..
Stall all the wisdom around,
gripe about the crisis
and thrive on deception -
his chosen way of life..
and can't hold so I ask
"Will ever a rose bloom in his heart.."
His mirror shrugs..
doesn't say a thing to me..
I keep quiet and go to sleep
because what else can the
poor conscience do...
RS:)
Shrugs are strange aren't they..there but not quite...you made me stop and think too Ramesh so thank you..maybe that conscience should put on a hat and dance on his shoulder like Jiminy Cricket
ReplyDeleteRoses bloom from time to time but not for long.
ReplyDeletepoor conscience needs to speak up so he can change. I love how you put this
ReplyDeletewhat a superb piece of work using given words
ReplyDeleteNot much else, really.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great take and use of the words!
ReplyDeleteawsome!! search for love...!!
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