Ajay Seshadri

(01/03/1983 / Chennai)

Every Throb Is A Drop!


Take that path of slope,
That you may not fall
It' s a hope that is not
Too costly an affair
Stand and you will see
That you will not lose
Your cold feet till...
The last dropp of water
Makes an ocean;
One day you aspire
With will to disappear
Where flesh and blood
Seek refuge in dust
And the teetotaller
And the alcoholic
Meet all the same
As two trees that make
Every throb count
To not be a lone tree
In a barren land;
That you see and learn
In your dream path
You never will be the only one
Till you have turned
To make every dropp and every throb count.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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