Category : Poems

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Theartre Of The Mind
The crowd awaits, for the most auspicious of nights
...Standing ovations & red roses, ready to be put in flight
Conductors & maestros alike ready their positions
The echoes of my thoughts seem to harbour an omission
Strokes of brilliance are always ready to strike...
As I open my eyes a facade of insanity catches my attention
& the roaring crowd puts my thoughts into suspension
Frail & near death, with the piercing gazes they throw
I put up an audacious piece of display worthy to be called a show....