Song Of The Wistful Poem by Shreya Jani

Words stream out senselessly
filling the empty coffee cup
The world looks like something Picasso painted
except one never made it to the art appreciation class
Listlessly the finger chase the intangible winds
the mind floats in the air dancing to the figures
the sun shines the moon invites you to see
but caught up in the kaleidoscope you resist
when did something whimsical become wistful
the oak now has been a willow for while.