O thought where do you go

Hi all,

       The below poem written by one of my colleagues, Poornima. She is a good poet.

       I never knew her talent till i read this poem....Can't stop myself sharing this with you all. 

        Please read the below and let her know your comments.

" O thought where do you go
Seemingly light, languid and slow

Slowly you wander from thing to fellow
and cease from being mellow
You start with being a soft pillow
And end up as a spirit-gallow

I try to control you, but in vain
You take me to wander causing pain
I tell you strongly "Not again"
But at the end of the struggle, only you reign.

O thought where do you go
Seemingly light, languid and slow

I submit to you and fall in your deep well
Think deeply and feel "this is hell"
So many people, and so little care
Nobody has even a thought spare.

You take me around from people to thing
And make me forget a song to sing
Slowly I make a list of what is lost
Forgetting all the times that I enjoyed the most

 

O thought where do you go
Seemingly light, languid and slow

You sit on every name place and thing, like a fly
Silent, gradual restless and so sly
And then you rest on an old shopwoman I know, poor and frailing
Nevertheless always busy in her work, toothless but smiling

Struggling hard to make ends meet, but giving
A beggar here, a traveler there, bread or a thing
Bringing a smile on a hot day, with her heartfelt remarks
A place in every heart she marks


O thought where do you go
Seemingly light, languid and slow

With a prayer in her heart and peace in her smiles
She eases every person coming from the miles
Suffer from poverty she may 
But the traveler will thank god for meeting her today.

This subject of yours makes me think
what is causing me to lose  my mind, sigh and sink
Am I any less blessed than the old lady
Isn't my life more greener and more shady

O thought where do you go
Seemingly light, languid and slow

It may be an old lady I may hold in admiration
But people like these who are our inspiration
Make life worth living
And teach us that life is giving

So, thought! hover around these idols of humanity
Who save us from our insanity
Thinking of whom our minds rest in peace
Who come in a material desert as a cool breeze.
 
O thought where do you go
Seemingly light, languid and slow "