Of Wile, Weeds and Tides

Of Wile, Weeds and Tides short poem

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When mine own would not take my case,
Saying over and over it was drama repeat.
I had no choice but to sway it laze,
Sweep it under the rug, making riddance its seat.

Agony, distress, mindlessness, unrest
All showed up at once, when I summoned it nay.
Pregnant clouds sans pouring looked like a test!
Overwhelming tides sans passing, for many a day!

Then it comes to refute, saying not to let go
So do I sit down this thought to ponder?
Time wages war because I hardly know
How far is it from here to yonder?

Later, I beseech thee, o little mind of mine,
Bequeath this care, until His light forth shine.

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Geetha Paniker

It provokes a though to ponder. Worded beautifully.


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