Jamia Journal Independent Student-run News Website of Jamia Millia Islamia (a Central University)
I have seen the the cobwebs,
swinging in the sunbeams,
deceiving my eyes,
turning into small fishes,
huddling in water.
I have seen the sky,
in moonless nights,
divided into patches,
showing the unseen,
a desert neighboring a bog.
Now,
I believe my eyes,
recognizing the process,
a never ending one.
God is busy with the brush.
Nice dude.
very deeply thought..u gave a good image thriugh words..gud work man..!!
Check my poem as well here published earlier to urs THE UNSAID..
such a nice poem……having deep thoughts……have made it more sweet……….
thanks all for your encouraging comments..