Parkinson's of mind
Parkinson's has gripped mind.
I am howled in to check it
Every other moment of the day.
Check if it is okay and breathing.
So many resolutions.
So many consolations.
Mind is weaving dreams.
Rotten and stale.
I fear sleep.
The Parkinson mind
Might weave another dream.
I fear of smiling.
The Parkinson might weave
Yet another dream.
posted by Renjini @ 5:11 AM
2 Comments:
Nice string of poems Renjini. Of the blogs i usually come across, your writing struck me as the most reflective of people and emotions, in a harshly raw and radical way; Of how time and life are the most transient yet most precious
nice poem Renjini,very well written..
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