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A THOUGHT ABOUT A THOUGHT.

A little while back, I was attempting to compose a poem on, well, many things.
However, a multitude of thoughts circled in and around my little brain and there were not many words to define and describe the thought processes. Just then, with the very inability to produce something out of the chaos, I came up with the following poem.

A THOUGHT ABOUT A THOUGHT.
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-AAKRITI THATAL


I beheld that ingenuous sheet forth my eyes,
Aspiring to split it in Art.
However, ideas ceased to strike,
As though, caught in some labyrinth in my mind.

Like a chimera, I tried to capture the chain of images threaded in my mind.
The desire of flaunting notions and ideas overpowered my core.
But then, felicity seemed to remain faithful to the sheet's frank simplicity.

I had a Thought about a Thought.
An innate reality- harmless and latent.
Hitting my from all the ten directions,
It resides in every corner of my brain.
However, the hands seem to be oblivious of it.

A Thought about a Thought.
Making me remember and forget.
A Thought about a Thought.

Its prejudice filled the vacancy in my mind,
As i stepped on to the proximity of another Thought,
Conditional, Temporary and yet so Provident.

Servile like a servant,
Disdainful like a haught,
Thought succumbed and took charge at the same dot.

I had a Thought about a Thought.
About how it was superfluous and also class.
A Thought about a Thought.
Figurative and yet, literal.
Zealous and still, so cold.

I had a Thought about a Thought.
And somehow, somewhere,
The crooked text eventually, languished and submitted to the Thought.

The sheet remains frankly simple, still
As I have a Thought about a Thought.

NAKED.

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