Coloured Toys

Poem By Saurabh Som

It's me against my mind

I will grind and unwind

I will make myself understand

the Attic is closed

By time's sand

we all know....and we pretend

to understand

coloured toys inside my mind

let him play with himself, mind playing with my mind

he will lose to himself, my mind will win against my mind

the closed attic opens the mind

coloured toys....they reside....

Comments about Coloured Toys

hmmmmm.... i liked it saurabh... fight with yrself..a good one...

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