#poetry Sometimes my pen behaves in a rather quirky manner. It just refuses my subjugation, wants to have it's own way.
My pen has now decided to explore me, portray me. It has written the following composition, exclusively for me.
Want to share it with my friends :
All those abused, kept aloof and apart.
These very people form the core of your heart.
They break or play with your heart, you never whine.
Embracing your tormentors is an old habit of thine.
When some intrepid, naive sparks try to rise high.
You apprise them of the gales, hiding nearby.
Quietly you listen to the counsels, given all the time.
Invariably you do whatever your heart considers fine.
~ Sanjay Gargish ~