There has been a thought, lying in my mind.
Idle and worn out, it has taken shelter.
At the corner, just below my beleifs,
It has been staying there for eternity.
It is fragile and unhealthy now.
It has been like this for a while now.
I tinkle it sometimes, but hardly it responds.
I even shake it vigorously, but hardly it breakdowns.
That thought – from where it came? & how? I don’t know.
I don’t know it’s reason, I don’t know it’s purpose either.
But still it took my space & my energy.
It is asking something more & now I am afraid.
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