Poet : Narinder Jit Kaur
The mind fails to catch Ideas floating like sperms Waiting to be hit by conviction; To gestate and come to life. Myriad images, like Vibrant butterflies Tempt, and then run amok, In the dark recesses of mind. Across the hills and rivers, My thoughts run wild Then slip through my fingers Like bursting bubbles in the eye. Let them sleep there, Take their own time, To sprout into valued perceptions, Then they’ll be mine.
