Some skies are not blue or black
Crimson splashed in cloudy crack
Some oceans are not turquoise or green
poisoned color hiding scary scene
Earth asked snail, "Are you alive?"
Snail replied silently, "I'm dead and I'm alive"
Dew joyfully dropped over his head
Asked with a smile, "Why are you sad"
Snail waited and looked up with dizziness
"No I'm not sad, I'm silent", left all in dullness
Snail was moving constantly uninterrupted
Sky and Ocean were gazing each other disrupted
Snail had swarm of questions and logics
He wanted to ask but he refused conceptual toxics
All he knew was sky and oceans are not always blue.
YOU ARE READING
Who am I? Unknown
PoetrySometimes in life you can't wait for a human to answer your questions, sometimes you won't find anyone to listen you. A solitary traveller of life may vanish in the deadening life scenario, but somebody always guides and directs him. Can you hear w...
