Monday, February 15, 2010

Sometimes sitting alone
I notice the small creations
the ruffling leaves
and the sailing moon
birds busy in flight
clouds in search of the infinite
the vain rose with all its thorns
the stubborn fly fighting all norms
the greatness of nature
and the smallness of man.

4 comments:

Prasanna Pandit said...

Hey.. Nice poem! Finally a poem I can understand. Good good. :P

gargi said...

@pras.. What did u understand? :P

Prasanna Pandit said...

Okay, I will give an insightful review of the poem. This is a poem about the birds and the bees and stuff. (Right?) :P

gargi said...

ya.. I knew you wouldn't miss that :P :P :P