Though the witching hour was well past
And Night its starry dragnet had ably cast
Without a sound, very stealthily, it crept
Even as I, so unsuspectingly had slept.
With such skilful legerdemain
It invaded my very private domain
Then after burying itself in my mind’s recess
When suddenly it bubbles up to the surface,
An eternal question to be asked, will be
Do I possess it or it possesses me?
1 comment:
your verse is simple and elegant. luv the choice of words and the way you change a thought into poetry. congrats,Shubha. my poems still remain on paper, still not up to putting them online. reading ur work and my children's work too, i feel i must make an effort in that line. hope it clicks sometime.till then let me delight in yours, thanks ever so much for the share phyllis
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