With a few thoughts in my pocket
I wandered over the hills and vales;
Wondering how to stitch them together
And in a pretty poetry interlace!
I tossed some of the thoughts in the air
And held them in my hands once again;
With the fragrance of the milieu
A beautiful aroma was embedded in them!
I weaved the thoughts one by one
On a needle, just like a wool soft;
Their beauty swelled manifold
And in happiness they rocked!
I dipped the thoughts in colourful dyes,
They became colourful and merry too;
In the magnificent canvas of life,
They like delighted birds cooed!
I made some syrup of gur and sugar
And submerged them in the liquid;
My thoughts became sugar-coated and sweet
They drooled in tranquillity and were placid!
And then, I played scrabble with them,
And placed them randomly on the board;
My thoughts now formed a lovely poetry,
And in ecstasy, over the skies soared!
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