Writing a verse

There is a flood in a small brook,

Thoughts one after the other,

Come to my mind,

Make me un-calm,

An unrest over powers me,

I rub my head,

I swing on my chair,

My brows get contracted,

I look for a pen,

It slides on the paper,

A word after another,

Oh! There is a verse in my notebook.

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Ah! This was beautiful, very simple and yet so intense and vivid.
I like the simplicity in this piece a lot!