Little problem (Poem)

Image by 鹈鹂 夏 from Pixabay

Marvellous madness
and a skater’s fastness
lifted me off with a gladness
after some progress.

I thought
I have overcome the sadness of
the baldness of the paper.

With few steps into the paper
I felt
I crossed thousand miles and tides.

The sounds of
the car washes
the temple masses
and the silent wishes
didn’t bother me.

the mesolithic and the
specific wisdom was just few Neurons away…
I was onto something…
…in this time frame without
any limits limiting me…
…like a Batman…

but then came an
uninvited knock to wake me up from the flow state…
….People don’t know that
sometimes thoughts do need a closure…

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