Look how the stone embedded in
The placid water started to spin
And I view with detachment
The gentle breeze On a scorching day
The flowing water in the mid of may
Converses with my bare feet
I keep my eyes peeled , while I stood
Like a stranded island on a busy street
My heart enquires if it’s a melody?
Or an utter painful melancholy?
The branches reached out to me
When the tree bowed down its head
The clouds started lamenting
And as they said
the oceans waves yearned for my succor
Are we so engrossed in ourselves
Got no time to think about others?
Got me plunged into profound thinking
Great amalgamation of thoughts. Very well written.