FULCRUM
Blessed......
To cover wishes with thoughts
Drops oozing over panes..
As thoughts hovering over mind
Thoughts..;the thing make one live
The thing which maketh the
Pen dance over the paper...
And cover it with ink...
Thoughts hidden in mind..
Remind of events n people
One love and hate...
Thoughts; fulcrum of one's future
Which path to be choosed...
The less travelled or the most...