Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Rebuild Ideas


Thoughts dash out
Like brilliant
Racing cars
Crash into barriers
Mind, my mind
Seems to be a huge
Junk yard
Of these
Crashed vehicles
Impossible to
Recover their
Original shapes.

Used parts they say
If still intact
Have unusual value
They performed well
Originally
And did not fail
Proven parts
They are
And still have
A good useful life.

Maybe I
Need to try
If I can reuse
Some parts of these
Smashed thoughts
To rebuild
A reliable vehicle
Of a great idea
Unique and useful
The type of which
Was never conceived
Before.

I hope it'll
Make a difference
In this world
Which lives
And thrives
On great ideas.

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

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  • Muhammad Ali (3/29/2014 11:44:00 AM)

    Little little things and sweet poems. Nice way to progres and propagate is discussed in this poem. (Report) Reply

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