Abstract thought
Like a modern sculpture,
All sharp edges and infinite curves
Museum's masterpiece
Standing tall like no other.
Razor beauty tends to scratch away
Ordinary eyes
Which cannot fathom
The brilliance of stone skin
And discount it as debris to a dustbin.
Acrimonious tongues
Chiseling away
Edges,that fall off like sawdust
Until its a round peg in a round hole
Now just like a million other.
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Random Spurts Of Poetry (#Wattys2016)
ŞiirWhen you can't paint with colours, Paint with words; When you can paint with words, Do you really need the colours? Achievements: #11 in Poetry (23/9/26) #13 in Poetry (22/9/16) #14 in Poetry (28/7/16)
